Bitter
Trees weep, streams sleep,underfoot the broken glass
of grass.
Chilled bones, marrow frozen,
burning digits,
breath suspension.
Iced eyes, jagged thoughts,
brain whiteout,
snow blindness.
Poetry by shells
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Written on 2010-12-03 at 00:32
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