I am colder than you could ever imagine…
I am not the soft sunlight you thought I was.
Death’s kiss isn’t cold enough to describe me.
When I see… I shroud my mind with mist…
When I bite… I burn my tongue…
When I breathe… I rejoice…
When I embrace… I freeze into the stiff roots…
When I feel… nothing less of an empty void exists.
What am I to the heavens above?
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