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winters breeze and gentle snow
a single tree lonesome and tall
it's bare branches creepy and scrawny 
death is what it breathes and death is what is screams

out of the window-a cold barren wasteland 
the contrasting canary yellow of the window frame
it burns against the image of the snow and the tree
it's as if it could all just ignite, and burn

burn with intense heat
burn like a new born star
burn until there is nothing left
nothing left; not a soul; not a shadow; not a whisper...

...but it doesn't
no warmth
no love
no life

Posted: 2009-08-22 19:06:56 UTC

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2009-08-29 19:39:37nowayitsxsam
this is good