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Winter my b****

There's no roaring lions nor sacrificial lambs    
softness or one night stands      
as time is a ticking bomb        
the basis of all        
extinction      
       
you've made your mark      
to the top      
of mountain      
slip sliding your way
with frozen breath and caustic tongue      
down in the depths of destruction    
       
I feel you      
your softness    
your seduction      
thru the tips of these frostbit hands      
       
your beats give you up      
     
as that cold shoulder      
speaks desperately of warmth      
       
don't wipe off that lipstick      
or shutter those broken windows      
winter might just be starting        
but I have enough wood to last      
Written by JusTim_
Published | Edited 28th Nov 2022
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