coldA Poem by AKhaus
How cold is the cold that holds you there?
Stagnant posies that can barely reach the light. How the ice that molds you still is certain in it's grasp to never release that chill. Stark are your steps that lead you here. How silent the winter inside your eyes. How cold is the cold that leaves you there?
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Added on January 19, 2019 Last Updated on January 19, 2019 |