like walking on the snow in deserted winter the stars won’t speak, the moon frozen the piercing wind feels like you. i am skinny to the bone in the dearth of love and sunlight, yearning for some false mirages, spinning on the glacier. like a holocaust, the void of your stares tastes like mine like a burning hell. then my tears turned to blizzard storm howling through snow-covered cliffs through the seasoned yews and infertile rivers, for centuries and finally reached you. bullets to kill, blood to drop then you weakly whispered to me, as if you’ve loved too, once when the moon still could dance. --

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