grey hugs at skin and concrete and when it refuses to let go it tugs at silk strings trapping you in a nigh-infinite embrace
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deep down i think they do i think that windows remember the skies of seasons past
long dead machinations and contraptions stir in the gut of paradise with binary implications 000: remain in sleep 110: activate obliteration protocol
the winter cat purrs soft and finds warmth in dreams
the first kind word is said and now the oceans swell with pride
winter like a necrotic spell burns slow in our bones
will darkness remember its role after we’ve left this world for the next
the riot of tides in the absence of the winter moon
mid dream the biting cold interrupts a blissful sleep
the sun dies a slow death each winter day keeping the bridge of light lit for cold souls to cross over into paradise
elancharan gunasekaran 