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i sit alone

in the cold, cold snow

near a lake

it's crystal clear

just barely begining to freeze

i slip in my hands

and feel the bitterness

it's refreshing

i pull out my hands

and bring them to my face

so crisp

i lay down in the snow

close my eyes

and begin to sleep

sometime

in the middle of my dream

i die

the end

of the perfect day.