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Winter

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White christening, 

Snowflakes on tongue, 

The cold grips me tight, 

I try to lunge away from her, 

I try to find higher ground, 

Yet her sharp teeth dig into me, 

Bite down to the bone,

Rip and shred, 

Her lips are an eternal frost,

Frigid as a burning flame,

Stony, bitter and cool,

Glacial eyes watch me in the distance,

A hunter stalking through the snow,

Winter is forever cruel. 

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