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Winter

Something real was the intention
I refused to kneel before the altar
Of fairytale and fantasy. Get a grip
I said to make it seem more visceral
Instead of a half-baked scheme broken
Like the cracked and cold lips which
Never spoke the words I want you
To choke. This sticky gloom of underwater
Swimming that is truly drowning echoes
That silent cry why won't you talk
To me of violent thoughts in your
Childlike head. For you have every right
To believe that innocence doesn't exist
And leave nothing inside except frightened
Dreams of a decrepid mind. But you are wrong
If not in hope in beauty as you struggle
To cope the frost chills the breath to
Perfection like pure crystalline love
Glittering in the half-light- so exquisite
Until the twilight of life is remembered.
It seems so unfair.

Music- Ellie Goulding- Starry Eyed

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