Endless Cold

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Unbearing warmth, frigid in cold grasp.

Masked sensations of what once was.

Silent touch, naked and bare.

Desolate echoes of quivering lips, shaken beyond repair.

Sharp tracing of textures upon any trace shown.

Clashing of sensations to find one grow numb.

Frozen in time, it hopes to pull you in close.

The endless cold, revealing its innocence and purity with the blankets of snow.

The quiet knock upon deaths door.

The endless cold.

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