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Aug 2014
I walk in to the fridge of winter
Where it is always cold
Moist air expelled
Vapour,
Mist,
Icicles,
They form frozen in air
Till they realise gravity,
Then they fall to the floor
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Like bullet holes in snow,
The wind ages my bones
As it cuts through me,
My soul,
Is in suspended animation,
Numbed to the core
Not able to escape this bitter cold
Frozen,
Coated,
White,
Death is all around,
Anything with moisture frozen in time
Branches split like a broken bone
Never to heal in this hell of white,
I am in this nightmare
Reflecting light
Glaring,
Polished,
Blinding,
My sight, like a white washed picture
Everything is coated
I am lost in an ocean that never moves
For if I fall, the white will erase me
**Like a blanket of death.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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