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The midwinter night’s kiss envelops my clarity

Induced to believe that this cold breeze is a blessing

I cannot remove her

She is my element

Cutthroat with no regard

And whispers like a snake

Forcing the apple down my throat

To be given such a cold shoulder

As she turns her back to the wind

Approaching the encroaching disbelief

That terrorize and manipulate my dreams

The icicles that form on your breath

Pierce from your lips

And tear through my flesh

No more Ice warden