Frozen Below Zero
Blinded your sight
Blizzards, ice, and snow
Wastelands of White
Push forth past the storm
For clear skies are close by
Soon to be warm
Or froze down to die
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Author:
Last Shadow (
Offline) - Published: January 31st, 2019 22:43
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Couldn't edit to usual, phone data bugs the editor out.
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