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January

Draped in a white coat
A frigid cold stare, he is not kind
With a wave of his hand
The winds blow
Frost covers his eyes, your eyes
And the windows between
Ice covers the trees, like figurines in a curio cabinet
Holding them, weighing them down
Till their spines break
Every day is a battle, every day he will win
But he won't last forever  
Nothing does
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