The Night Cold

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The night cold,

The wind took hold.

Frosty came down the street,

Not one sign of heat.

The big, black hole grew bigger,

While her depression took that as a trigger.

The ringing of a scream,

Silent as can be.

The world held so much beauty,

Yet it was her duty,

To rid it of her pain

So that others would gain.

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