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I feel December in my heart So bleak, dark, bitter and cold Anguish ripping me apart Not losing grip on it's hold This frigid ache inside me Debilitating and sterile Floods ice, coursing through veins I'm so numb I no longer fear peril Frost surrounds my every move An Arctic glare comes to my eyes There will never be a flame hot enough To melt my heart's demise A sharp, cold wind cuts through the air As my chilly presence enters Horrific pain runs through me To know that ice is my heart's center ![]()
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