Poem -
Winter Frost
Frozen on impact of a snowy touch
Winter betrayed the heated love
Passion's driven to it's lowest
The scorned lover was the closet
To the reign of an ice queen's throne
A heart so cold it could be its own winter
Be careful of the hand that holds the stone
Waiting for first frost before the wither
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