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frost bite


skewed, distorted images

fill my vision;

I am surrounded

by colors I cannot see.

dreary, bleak,

grey is my world—

f r o z e n.


encased in of

shatter-less glass,

layers of impenetrable ice;

bound and chained down—

iron cuffs locked around

ankles, wrists, throat—

i m m o v a b l e.

- dawn

[winter-y poem 1/3]

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