I am deaf in a land of tongues. They wag and I nod, dumb. They wave and I am left alone. Alone with the snow and fog that rolls in and out marching the mercury up and down. It matters not. The ice in my veins cannot melt. Cannot sublimate.
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I am deaf in a land of tongues. They wag and I nod, dumb. They wave and I am left alone. Alone with the snow and fog that rolls in and out marching the mercury up and down. It matters not. The ice in my veins cannot melt. Cannot sublimate.