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In the Dead of Winter

These paths I walk all lead to snow

White embankments filled with fluff

Masking the truth underneath

Holding us back three feet deep

 

When will they release me

Keeping me here like a prisoner

Don't they see I want out

The ground is frozen

I can't move my fibers of life

Shake, shake me out of this frozen tundra

I'm itching for a new beginning 

 

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kimberly

Thu 2nd Jan 2020 05:01

Thanks all for the Likes on this one. This one was an older one I brought out from the archives. Found it relevant with the season finally here.

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