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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o-BbeLmOAYE&ab_channel=WinterAid-Topic

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Winter's solace -  

A desperate plea 

For independence,

For autonomy, 

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Choice, and agency,

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Answered,

Provided,

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Imparted … upon me.

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With sundown, the air chills - 

The temperature drops,

Plummets - and the moisture 

Pervading the slushy roads,

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Running in sleet, into culverts,

Into sewer drains, 

Down dripping,

Gravel streets,

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Freezes.

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And the hot air billows in clouds,

Rattling about the pockets in my lungs,

Pulling warmth 

From the very passages of my windpipe.

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What a solace, what comfort - 

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An epilogue to a sad story,

A happily thereafter,

The closing

Of the sweat stained and spasming pages

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Of a broken, and disjointed chapter.

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Winter, as cold as it seems to get,

I've never known any other closure

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As finalizing, as this.

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