Cold

by ~*Monkey See~*~Monkey Do*~   May 10, 2005


Flowers Die with the cool breath of winter
Murder of life
Bringer of Death
cold encloses everything
as the frost creeps up on me
even in the dead of summer
my hands are numb with fear

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