Night Frost


Faceless screens growing frost
Reflecting broken mirrors of Night
One Terrible Thing
After another
IT ALL WEARS
The Same
Familiar
Anonymous Blank Face .



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2018-12-24 at 05:51

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