Violently I hum in restless sleep,
Vexed by the thought of waking to repeat,
A cold winter’s day that chills to the bone,
A somber circle etched on every face.
Its icy hand, relentless in its hold,
A frigid grip that numbs the soul.
And so I slumber on from fear of repeat,
Beguiled by dreams, their warmth, their ease,
A fleeting refuge from winter’s freeze.
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