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The gentle fall of silver flakes
Within my head a image does make
How can it be so cold and cruel
When it is the one true rule
The frost that covers these frozen lands
The sting of hail as it hits my hands
I feel like I am falling
out of the sky,
down from the highest point.
But there are always higher places.
and lower.
I am sinking into a world
that is too hot and crowded.
