Oh the cold
How it creeps
and seeps into the skin
Down to the core, bones
Iced marrowy depths.
so elegent our crystal breaths
Expand and dissapate before our faces,
Like ghosts.
The bones of our ancestors fertalized
The crunching porceline grass,
Whose dew cast spiderwebs
-now an emerald pixiedust -
Shatter beneath our clumsy numb feet.
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