SeasonalDepression
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From uncouth caterwauls of coital delight
in the asexual day of pornographic night,
ever so erotically, the vixens of dawn
apprise me Jack Frost has been and gone.
No one will ever truly know me. How can they when they never even try because I smile they assume im happy. No one knows me. I hide behind mask. They never did get it. No one knows me.
she said winter is a violent lover.
has beaten me so my hands have frozen to become jupiter's moons.
has shattered me till i only remain jagged glass.
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she said winter is a brutal lover.
