I ache,
I strain
With freezer burns
That have yet to feel the white wonder flakes
The skin that should have faded
Still hangs onto the beaches glow'
While inside roots a winters icy night
Until I come home
Then the salt that clings to my sandy locks
Will calm with the snowy tides
Leaving only the internally trained traditions
To finally have a resolved mind
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