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It's Always Winter

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I hate this bleakness
that smothers me
like the clouds
smothering the sun

I hate this chill
that slices through my bones
like the savage thrust
my enemy's sabre

The wind whips
across my face
and stings my unseeing eyes
drying tears that might otherwise heal

I try to survive the bleakness
in the only way I know how...

surrendering to it.

knowing that sooner or later
it will destroy me
and I will become
the bleakness itself.

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