vilanelle
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There’s a silence in her voice, and there’s a storm within her eyes,
She’s been loved and she’s been lost amongst the bruising of her heart.
In a way we’ve all become dull
Our mundane lives make sure we’re all the same
I’m still not full
From the daily lull
Of our differences being our shames
The bitter bite of the frosty cold
flakes dance on eyelashes and nip at noses
The crystal white city on a snow covered night
twinkling evergreens tower over, bathed in bright light and the glitter of fresh snow
