The blue haze that surrounds my climate is causing despair
I've seen even the utmost ardent lose their ambition
Which leads me to wonder how the homely suitor will fare
Regardless if he is on the most dignified mission
I look around to find December's bareness everywhere
This boundless world is incomplete without the new year's stone
A concept I'm aware is derived, yet I do not care
This mounting sense of deprivation I know is my own
The lack of growing life is met by the vastness of sky
A cold atmosphere slowly growing more preponderant
Yet when you live in a refuge you mustn't even try
To save the remains of a frostbitten adulterant
And while it is true, my longing has been felt by others
None of them are known as my eternal infatuate
For there's no requiting desire with one another
My encounters suggest loneliness is perpetuate
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