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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required White Devil Call it what you want! I call it, his favorite season hunt... Two hoofs imprinted near the riverfront. Echoes calling my soul with a loud, ferocious grunt. I smell it in the air, lost upon the white golden stair. A deep frost dwelling all over his lair. Tangled by the frozen grip of my hair. A decision, I declare to give what he won't spare. This man has no red suit.. Lurking in the white to recruit. A midnight suicide clouding me with pollute. I pause my tongue on mute, lost in a white castle chute. Headed straight into a shivering blazing star path. The land of snow covered like a bubble bath. Breaking icicles like crystal glass, suck3d by the milky-way mass. Multiplying bruises like a cascade, enjoying the aftermath. Finding a way to slit the pain in my domain. I grab a coat and lace my name to Mary-Jane. Inserting the finest line to ease the drain in my brain. I drink the icy scotch, and drop a silver nickel into the devils cocaine. Fallen in to his bait, its too late, I got 7 lines on my dinner plate. I'm covered up in snow, enjoying the amazing way to suffocate. Eight beats to every minute is my new heart rate. I'm reaching for the white golden gate, where the white devil waits. Drowning like liquor in a frappe mixing the winter's high tide. Death to my soul is where I hide under this white blanket neutral side. Too heavy to uplift this storm lost in the devil's cold custard suicide guide. Waking up in a coma, in a world where white collides with the rage of suicide. by;p.d. (( Trapped in a snowy blizzard))
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