I am cold,
Colder than ice,
Still,
No breath,
No heartbeat,
Baited in the snow,
A brilliant blue,
An icicle hanging low.
I am cold,
Like the depths of the ocean,
Or the chilling grip of death,
Tendrils of glaciers,
Wrapped around my breath,
I am cold,
Nothing can warm me,
But your hand to hold.
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