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i seek

no other

winter




frost enough

for the days

ahead




titanic

heartlessness,

palaces icicle




hardness




there’s an

unkind wall

around compassion




and breezes

sob upon

disinterested shores




and bleak

flags rise

unopposed




immovable

peaks and

saturated wealth




of darkness




none are

coming to

enlightened the horizon




no one


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