decline the year
by tanner brockwell
decline the year
when the cold
takes hold
with chill
and i wish for frost
shocking ice
across the frozen view
i am cold
i am the chill on the tip
the frozen time
locked away
now free to fly
the dark night
bejeweled by diamond facets
the abrasive known
to the oily unknown
my magenta morning nears
what are facts
but lonely fears
you know the show
the warm arm
the [...]
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Stark Beauty in the Cold Wastes by Tanner Brockwell