I’m there,
The chill of winter’s ash hits bone
Shivering across tainted sunsets
The lone crow cries to the unknown
Breaking thought without redemption
I shatter, a million ice tears
Carried with the west winds
Preying, someday
I’ll reach you
I’m there, The chill of winter’s ash hits bone Shivering across tainted sunsets The lone crow cries to the unknown Breaking thought without redemption I shatter, a million ice tears Carried with the west winds Preying, someday I’ll reach you A contest entry
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