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winter naked

within glimmering silver veils

of frost and winter cold,

the stained glass reflects what i gave –

the curves and slopes i let you paint

onto your canvas, a trust so naive

that you would keep my portrait safe

from icicles and devils of frosted cold.

i was left in the snow,

slowly turning blue, the words taken away

from once rosy-red lips that smiled –

now frozen white and unmoving –

a coffin of my own making.

A/N: I have finals this week (some finals at least) so bear with the schedule please hehe


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