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Snowetry
The smell of snow is my anesthetic
So why does the cold burn?
When water is supposed to heal
Maybe that’s why people hate the winter
If somethings kills, can it still be good?
White snow like angel wings
Burns like hell fire
Winter wind whistles; is that holy song?
Midnight snow, all alone, all mine
Alone in an alien white world
Who can say what’s good and bad?
The smell of snow is my anesthetic
Critiques welcome!