Dreams flutter out the window
As I desperately try to grasp them
The force of his screams
Are enough to shatter them
The door's abrupt clamor
disorganize my memories
The wind from the fall
blow away my flooding seas
His tight grip on my throat
choke my poorly vision
The pinching of his nails
cause a deep incision
Slowly I'll stand up
And seek for what is lost
So I linger aimlessly
My lips shut by frost
They soon return to me
but they're battered and scarred
Despite all I glance ahead
with my mirror in a million shards
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It's not about being cold..
