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Blinking and it's dripping, the wet eyes
The cold tears or foggy breath
Pitter patter, but the melting one
The deafening silence, shining
My amusement, my curtains
The cold, behind the landscape
The conscious of aftermath
Missing, night lamp lighting
A symbolic gesture, raising my arm
My bewilderment, this work done
The cost of life, my uneven quilts
These slurks of cold air, slowly entering
By and by grabbed, a handful of curtain
Failed to judge, the end of same
Eventually, discovered the light
Flashing my eyes, my un-dilated pupil
The pane partiality covered, but visible
The range of Bimar Narsar, like a bride
It's blanket of white, flashing everywhere
It's been snowing throughout the dark
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