Branches bare
Black and white print
Cloud covered blanket
Adds shadow over tint
The frozen ground
Unpliable and plastic
Threatening, overhead
Dropping white static
The Sun feels its age
Winter owns this place
The warmth of my body
Versus the freeze of outer-space
I shiver in a fit
I breathe as a dragon
Red/Blue and swollen dead
I’m wintering, a cold cannon
I Eat Let.ers 
I think I felt a chill sneak down the back of my neck while reading this. Wondrous imagery.
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Thankyou Sean, your very kind, I like your profile picture by the way, The Shining is just about my favourite film.
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Words of wisdom, Lloyd…
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