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Frosty Winter

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Ye olde winter,
As I watched the trees wilt.
The breeze winding softly,
Through the weeping icicles.

Methinks the winter is bitter,
And cold.
The vacancy of heat,
Interwined through my sexy body.
The absence of life,
The essence of peace.
Snowflakes descending leisurely,
From the celestial sky.

Walking slowly,
Through the crunchy snow.
Pondering quietly.
About life.
Love.
And this lovely frosty winter.


-PVS





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