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Late Winter
Late in the winter,
no summers rollin in.
only sheets of ice and blackened skies.
Red splits the morning, and drops me from so high.
sometimes I wonder why i even try.
when the daylight comes, ill cover up my body all in frost.
cold will fill my heart, and swallow up my mind.
Anything to hide me from the sun.
i feel just like the mountains, that i claim to hate so much.
so damn quiet, they just let the winter come.
and rip off all there bark,
and break down all there heat,
in a million years maybe they’ll be gone.
god you know id love, to see all my blood,
pump from my heart and fill my eyes.
i could live my life in feeling and never wonder why.
i could live without knowin how to die.
When the night comes, ill sleep inside the mud,
pretend its spring and ive found somebody I could love.
ill stare up at the stars,
and wonder if they ever glance down at us at all.

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