This cold,
It crawls within me;
Tendrils of verglas
Growing,
Taking over,
Biting at my heart like winter.
My thoughts swirl like snow
Heavy in the air,
A blizzard of words.
Lies stripped bare,
I clutch at them like straws;
But the truth
Burns me like ice.
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