as the trees are freezing.
cold, my heart radiates
ripples in ice, outward,
burning brown the world,
life sheathed in an unnatural
glaze 'neath my icicle gaze.
love is leaving.
gone the branches,
lost, the matches.
i thwart creation's purpose
living on as entropy's engine.
this loss of heat i feel
shall be reflected, inflicted
unto all...
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