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The winter was wild
Winds solid yet fresh
Her eyes could pierce
Through the coldest heart
Eyes of... it doesn't matter anyway
Once run through
tears would slide- frozen midfall
...snowflakes, splintered, shattered..
The ground, white..pure
For a moment, before the Reckoning
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