Bitter
The cold weathered winter night darkens.
Wandering through my dirty little thoughts.
The bitter air slams itself hard against me.
Sparkling, empty, gently snowflakes
falling slowly and harshly upon my darkened figure.
How peaceful it all appears.
The wonderful cascade of light glowing throughout the night sky.
It's still, it's lovely.
The sinful caress of the slow coldness,
burying the earth in its heavenly bleakness.
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