Refer to my madness, winter eyes, will you not look beyond as the savage men cried.
Secluded in himself, averts his eyes, for all the sunshine cannot be from a brighter smile.
Take rude precaution, thread lightly if you will, for in an instance of reason, the train of consequences derailed.
Check for pulse, a no resuscitation not lays dangling from his neck torn from head to toe, no more lips or gums to flap.
Cut the rope and dangle the line, mast to stern, no captain nor rime.
Gaze at the clock both hands are missing, stillness and silence, horror of winter at the door.
The look into winter's eyes, for more descriptions to follow, winter in itself, a construct disguise.
Shall we look, amazed, lost and dumbfounded, deeply into Winter's eyes?
Your sentence, lost for conclusion.
Your eyes, stuck to her visage.
And with a giggle, a haughty smile, Winter leaves.
Weight yourself, take note of more weight at heart.
Winter left, left you behind.
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