The air
is ringing.
The quiet
singing.
It's trapping
by setting me free.
The cold
is hurting.
The window's
flirting,
giving off and icy breeze.
The air, so still.
It feels so stale.
I stay hiding,
I stay smiling,
inside-
tanning pale.
I'll hide my face,
from the storm.
I won't for much longer.
Keep me warm.
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