“December Of My Soul”

shorter days and

longer, darker nights

mark the cycles in

this frozen wasteland

of my mind, a bleak

winterscape where

not much can live

or thrive or grow,

a place you really

don’t want to get

caught in and once

you’ve been you have

no desire to ever

go back, the arid

tundra of my soul

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