Thursday, December 22, 2016

May God bless the dead

The nights have grown cold,
The coldest I have ever seen.
The days are the same,
Since eternity, like they have been.

I have fallen in love with it,
Warmth now pushes me away.
The world may call it whatever they want to,
This is really cool, I say.

Warm bodies should rest,
The dead ones are the best.

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