When winter came,
I lost the fight,
with the raging cold,
and bare-bones,
open to the flickering light.
You came and went,
to bid farewell,
one last time.
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Winter
When winter came,
I lost the fight,
with the raging cold,
and bare-bones,
open to the flickering light.
You came and went,
to bid farewell,
one last time.
