I reasoned with the night.
I pleased the darkness.
I blanketed the snow with my soul.
And still the flakes fell.
Millions of them.
The wind howled the low moan
of a painful soul
And the stench of life was cleansed.
I saw the ocean.
Granular, it came to me.
And I was surrounded by the black
and white of winter.
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