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Winter walks in my icy flesh Frost clings to my clouded breath Regardless of season I bear Some chill and distant wintery air Aching in my January bones I shiver and stumble wind-blown Freezing and shaking eternally Not even summer can release me From this grey-shrouded cage of mist Of fog and snow’s soft kiss I shrink and decay a little more I am no Valentine but February’s ***** Even in the death of December And as the earth slowly remembers Warm sun and bursting flowers I grow barren by the hour Untouched by spring’s warm breeze My soul as winter’s trees Wizened and dead to the world I am more of despair than a girl Deceitfully I walk this place Frosted eyes decorating my face To hide the gale howling behind The china glaze protecting my mind Dog-tired as an insomniac Constantly afraid of looking back November’s rain in my wake Delicately cracked I am a fake Lips whisper cold as glass Unsure how many years have passed I maintain my cold isolation Frozen from anticipation I watch summer spread jealously It cannot permeate me With hope and life like another I will be ice forever and nothing other.
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Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 5:23 PM UTC
Child of bitterness.
Winter walks in my icy flesh Frost clings to my clouded breath Regardless of season I bear Some chill and distant wintery air Aching in my January bones I shiver and stumble wind-blown Freezing and shaking eternally Not even summer can release me From this grey-shrouded cage of mist Of fog and snow’s soft kiss I shrink and decay a little more I am no Valentine but February’s ***** Even in the death of December And as the earth slowly remembers Warm sun and bursting flowers I grow barren by the hour Untouched by spring’s warm breeze My soul as winter’s trees Wizened and dead to the world I am more of despair than a girl Deceitfully I walk this place Frosted eyes decorating my face To hide the gale howling behind The china glaze protecting my mind Dog-tired as an insomniac Constantly afraid of looking back November’s rain in my wake Delicately cracked I am a fake Lips whisper cold as glass Unsure how many years have passed I maintain my cold isolation Frozen from anticipation I watch summer spread jealously It cannot permeate me With hope and life like another I will be ice forever and nothing other.
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Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 5:23 PM UTC
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