Intrusion of Winter
an autobiography in cold
The cold, the wet,
Gray, eyeless dawn,
Winds of mocking winter
Hell
Is no better
When
You
Can skate
On it.
The cold, the wet,
Gray, eyeless dawn,
Winds of mocking winter
Hell
Is no better
When
You
Can skate
On it.
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Lyric poet. Blogger. Grower. Maker. I love living things.💗POM-poet💗
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