Winter Knight Minichu
Through my chest, Winter slips
Her chill as a coat of arms;
Honed breathlessness—
The whitest of white; milky touch—
She has a warming heart's warning,
As the frost dribbles out of Her clutch.
Pass dark's storming
Snow angels by morning
Heavy ice flooring
Through my chest, Winter slips—
She has a warming heart's warning,
Heavy ice flooring.
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