misty midnight
dawn approaching
didn't say a word
my tongue i had to bite.
somber city
destroyed what a pity.
winter morning unwind
i was under influence
i was winter blind.
the dark did cover well
but the scent
sent it's spell
it was cold
that felt like hell.

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