Winter
The harsh winter hardens hands like ice
The bitter cold splitting lips you had once kissed
The cold you send me hurts more than this wind
But this wind is much more bearable
Than the iced over heart you left in my chest
I'd rather lose my skins in this storm than return to the ice palace
I had once called home
I must search for fire
For the warmth you doused inside of me.
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