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  • Autorenbild: Malte
    Malte
  • 19. Jan. 2021
  • 1 Min. Lesezeit

It rains, it pours.

All white, all yours.

That bright shining glow.

Frozen breaths. Snow.


It pains, it morphs.

All white, all yours.

Thin powder, noone blows.

Mirror. Rudolphs nose.


It rolls, it stops.

All light, none dropped.

A tear in mid December.

Isolation tears. Whenever.


All here, all gone.

Winter come, staying long.

Clouds plummet above earth.

Drown us. For what it’s worth.

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