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Angels sweep over fields,

leaving white residue.

Frost is sprinkled into crevasses


Trees are caressed indeed,

leaving shadows of sorrow. . .

Ice sickles form into creatures,

lurking from the cave,

devouring from deep within.

Taking thee very breath away.

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