A bit of poetry

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(I'm going to be writing a little bit of emotional poetry, feel free to comment what it means to you :): xoxo)

November's Wake

Brisk winds turn lethal

Cold surrounds the once warm space

We were unprepared

Once were frying

We're now dieing

Frozen in time

Frost covers the land

No matter the tears shed

There is always two more dead

Leaving the rest behind

December is a cruel mistress

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