Winter

June 1, 2010
By DearMissWhite GOLD, Sandy, Utah
DearMissWhite GOLD, Sandy, Utah
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When night bestows our seemly fortune,
The vow of torment thrtough myself
Makes only winter seem mortal.
Discontent is thy lover who quenches his thirst with poison.
My friend will soon speak farewell
To curse death over mercy
Which would question nothing.


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