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Trapped in the winter blizzards
Cold-hearted and trapped in
the everlasting snow.
The icy brimstone chills my bones
the glacial blizzard attracts them.
For once I was burning - full of joy and hope,
now but a shadow in the tainted snow.
Cold-hearted and trapped in the everlasting snow.
Still, there is warmth
concealed dark within the frosty tundra,
that is my soul.
No one can creep through and yet, I hope they do
Cold-hearted and trapped in the everlasting snow...
by Chris Finlay
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