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Winter's Teeth Have Me Now
Winters teeth
Bite the hands and
Eyes and
Mouth
With moon-melted
Tears
That once challenged
The sun
The storm is
Gone
And ever
Shall be
It cannot last
Neither can the
Snows
Nor the eyes
Who held them
Soft angels
Wrapt in tears
And humanity
Lost in the
Pain of suffering
Mortals
As they pluck another
Soul
From death's
Red slick hands
Washed in war
And empty eyes
For he must be
Presentable
As he is
Professional
No one cares about
The light so much
As the blind
And these are those
Who are eaten by
Winter's teeth
These are those with
Empty eyes
Lossless
Gainless
Lifeless
They wash
Death's hands
And free the stars
From the fear
That all
Have lived to see
The Sun
