Chilling Cognition

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Frozen tears cling to my face

A lake of ice where I must gracefully skate

No garb shields from winter's wrath

No boots carve a path in the icy aftermath

Delicate snowflakes turn skin red

No blanket to warm from the icy dread

The sun has set, its warmth long gone

Chilling snow blocks my journey on

Am I bound to this frozen state

For all eternity, to contemplate?


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