Lips stained
with gentle hypothermia.
Frostbitten fingers,
calloused palms.
Hands over ears.
We hear no evil
on silent winter nights.
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Lips stained with gentle hypothermia.
Frostbitten fingers, calloused palms.
Hands over ears. We hear no evil on silent winter nights.
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