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First Snowfall
As she looks out into the grey sky covered window
and watch the snow fall
She thinks to herself that the cold has frozen over
Just like the heart that pumps the blood in her body
Streams of ice water, numb and unable to feel
Love dies within from what has blossomed earlier on
an ironic cycle
Maybe she should take on the name of the Ice Queen
for noone has been able to come close
all chances killed
all affections cease to infest themselves
nothing remains
but scraps of dead leaves and branches
along with the memories of what could have beens
She has come to the conclusion, that deep down within
all minds are partly delusional
our terms of reality differs through each eyes
and our ways to feel indifferent
This solemn beauty washes over her
Left with the residue of filth and corruption
the comfort of this state of mind
the warmth in this empty and useless offering
