Endless Winter
The Cold Has Come And Gone
Yet Some, Stay Frozen
Whether It Be a State of Bliss Or Sorrow
Tis There they Will Stay
Never Moving, Never Changing
Forever Trapped Within themselves
Within Their pain
So Long Gone
They Hide
Never To Be Seen
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