Steadfast is a reason, he asks
Himself as he claws down his
cracked throat, from years
of numbing his snow with ice
Emptiness is a result, it asks
itself as it regenerates a past,
a past devoid of relevance,
who was never supportive
Death is its own savior,
laughing at its friends for
forgetting the second snowfall
of the seasons
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