Cold Suffocation
The snow covers the ground
and the ground chokes
just like I choke.
Never getting a chance to see
the true flow of easiness.
Instead, the ground,
like I
Is covered, drowned,
and outspoken by
the falling flakes
of dismal poetry.
(Christ, it's cold.)
The End
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