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  • Winter comes
    our world is cold,
    and dark, and mean
    my soul recedes
    goes deep inside me
    still longing for the light

    Winter comes
    Frost bites my hands
    doors won't open, too cold
    Frost bites my heart
    and I fear the future
    we have made

    Winter comes
    and while the
    kettle whistles
    bombs are dropped
    on a children's hospital

    Winter comes
    while the ice forms
    sharp as knives
    a furious fascism
    takes over the world
    I knit warm socks for brave protesters
    until darkness steals the light
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