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Silent Depression

Snow is falling,cold to
the earth. Not making a
sound.It doesn't melt, just
sits, silently.

I watch this snow.
The cold,killer of all that
is green. You are horribly retched.

This fluffy white mush
covers everything, smothering
and suffocating until all
is silent.

You have won, life is no more.
The world is frigid,is white,bland.
I ask why must you put me in
this depressing trance.

All i can do is wait till the
warm sun defeats you, bringing
life back to earth,lifting this
silent depression from upon me.





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