A cold white death covers,
Leaving little for the imagination to warm.
Leaving much for the colorless feelings.
- Fury rain covers much of your comfort;
leaves eyes squinted, straining for definition;
for relief of the continuous emptyness.
- Harsh reality stinging your face;
the drifts of life stack up before you;
Slowing, drowning much of your dreams of hopes.
Birth sign: Virgo
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