Insignificance,
was all that was supplied to such misery
of my life's dignity.
Province of burning glaciers,
land of disintegrating barriers,
were all too familiar.
Sleeping rabbits shall invade our hearts,
their fluffy white fur stained in parts.
They shall never lacerate my will,
never attempt to rob me of my frill.
Feeble skies,
they shall only wail the cries
of forbidden lies.
The times I tried to eradicate,
the times I had to reciprocate,
I've never comprehended true fate.
And my shadows, they sang a sulking song
to withstand the pain too great, too long.
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