December 2009
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The snow is falling
The snow is falling on my face, cold and stark
I travel through this abyss, of white, all negative space
There is peace here, the kind that makes one cry,
If you cry the tear will turn to ice, and so will my heart.
For no fear do I have in this wood,
It never grows dark just quit, the bark of the tree
Is still, and leave a chill in its wake,
No even the sun can warm you now.
With out...