The Frost Clone

"I am lost,

Here alone

As though the frost

Has reached my bones

I am tossed 

Onto the stone

As my smile is a clone

Tears run free, you should have known

all that's left is skin and bone."

This poem is about: 
My country



tell me how to improve~seawolf

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