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True Winter’s Eve #Rhyme #Unapologetic

A night, so cold the air is pure Puffs of breath caress the eve- A look, up high at stars above Shining bright like frost, conceived- Twinkle, they do like blessed jewels Dressing up the crown of Queen’s- High, and mighty monarchs of the sky A highness that can only be seen- ©️Unapologetically Me

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Desensitized #Rhyme #Unapologetic

Glacial, and miry//Precipitation does descend//Upon my every inhale//Bursts of frost begin to mend Similar to my chilled ticker//My lungs do not protest//Its piercing chill, is ecstasy//Held against my heated flesh Nuzzle me, Sir Winter//Swathe me in blessed ice//Alleviate my tenderness//Crystallize my irksome blithe ©️Unapologetically Me