This poem is about how much I hate winter. Here it goes.

The first day of the first month
brought misery to my barren eyes

I found my fingers scratching
out my corneas to erase
the scene of lost hope, a world

painted with frozen ice,
solid dreams, and sleeting cries

AND I CANT GO ON FROM THERE

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http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2959874/1/