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ss Nov 2012
when winter bites and snaps its whites upon a diamond floor
through skeletal trees there comes a breeze that chills you to the core
a wreckers moon shines all too soon upon a traitors shore

a night like this your frosted kiss alighted on my face
around my heart your tendrils gripped with cold and glacial grace
and then i knew that it was true id never leave this place

you are so cold

— The End —