by Paul Koniecki
Blossom o' blossom,
Winter is the world waiting to be kissed.
My heart is as ice
off the edge of an evergreen.
Heaven is warm and pink and burgeoning.
a teardrop in the snow.
The fires of Hell are cold and white without you.
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