Shards of ice fly with the gust
A gust which tests my own conditions
Eyes froze shut, though I can hear
The end may come sooner than expected
Motions are useless, I can tell
These memories will never erase, nor fade
Look at who I become at this moment
This body is covered with snow, more and more by the second
My ears hear little, but enough to hear a whisper
Give me those useless words, go ahead, I dare you
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