dark

winters fingers
cold as ice
trap my soul
a fearsome vice
spirit dies
beneath her chill
laughter fades
hands fall still
another chance to doubt the thaw
fear buried
not so deep
that when the shortened days have passed
i won’t wake from this sleep

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