Obscured lines
Beneath the cold
Sitting idle
How sweet they once were
For it made sense
Before it didn’t
Slider open
Near a tree
Less to do now
Because we didn’t
Say it
Wondering what would happen
Misunderstood
Within ourselves as ourselves
Could be the cold
Burning the letters
Sliding on ice
Waiting for more than how it wasn’t
Minute to minute
Turning another direction
Sharp instincts
Fools with no direction
Useless Creatures
Wearing a suit
Not their own
But speaking as if it was
Orginal
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