Snow
I bet a thousand deaths have been
Hidden in the snow
Bloody footprints cast the white surface
In a perfect row
And who’s to say that the slush doesn’t have
Secrets, too?
They discreetly cover their victims,
Silently bidding them adieu
So, why should we trust this disgusting,
Beautiful thing of a dream?
There’s more than one way to muffle
The sound of a scream.
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