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Darkest Day    (Continued)

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And the falling ice became
Tiny, frozen shards of glass
That would pierce your skin
With a sharp quickness
At each tiny movement
That you dared to make
In that stark, stiff, stinging air.
It was the darkest day,
And as I faced the cold window,
It became caked
With a thin haze
From the moistness
Of my breath
And it was all I could do
Not to rub it all away with my fingers
And reveal the snowy world beyond.

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