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White Death

Who said snow is beautiful? It is like poison. It slowly stings, Like a carnivorous swarm of bees. White pellets slice through air Razor sharp; A blizzard would be mild. Pale oceans rise where grass once stood. It piles up. And piles up. Until finally— It stops. And remains. Like the laundry of a dead man; Lifeless, It lingers for far too long.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 12/18/2014 8:30:00 PM
Matthew, you're getting old too fast!
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Date: 12/17/2014 11:57:00 PM
WOW!!! REALLY COOL POEM! (no pun intended) Love the rhythem~Joel
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