the chill will ice your blood,
the snow will bog down your body,
the ice will frost you heart,
the wind will numb your mind,
it is so in a frozen land,
hearts turned ice,
words turned sharp,
all become of two,
verbal predator,
meek pray,
it is so in a cold social land.
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