The cold agrees with me; there is no hypocrisy
Our temperatures together form a synchronocity
I can't lie; deny, or fool what I feel
The same truth hits me; that makes me adore to kneel
I walk straight forward heel to heel
Stealth in my eyes
I witness a tree die
I do not cry
For such slate cold runs through my heart
And I know I and the cold will never be all that far apart.
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