Flurry of Frozen Fury

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The hailstorm blew
Westward?

However irrelevant it was
To the angry lashes it made
Across the rosy face

It bit small pieces
Of feeling away

Its frigidity
Stirred
A buzzing sensation
On the permeable pores
Causing them
To give in

Surrender
To the army of never-ending white

A crease crassly
Crested
On his weathered brow
A secondary thought

Spread Swiftly
To his chapped lips
Curling curtly into a
Comfortable Curve

He turned back to the door
Felt the welcoming warmth
Spun
Speedily and
Retreated

Another day
Perhaps





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