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the snow
cold and new,
creating a deepness,
a blinding white-darkness;
a stillness

let me sleep,
and please
take my dreams,
so silly;
and
my blue-sky memory,
too

trustworthy;
oh tried and true:
is the alone-ness,
best kept as is,
for a moments reprieve
only
leaves an emptiness
in its wake

ice queen of hearts,
with
shallow breath holding;
and
choked tears;
sword drawn,
pointing
at you,
oh, beautiful
you