Quiet as fog bound night.
Hugging ice locked earth
In a freezing embrace.
Limbs brittle, break and burn.
Under Wintery weights.
Human breath melts the window pane.
A finger traces its owner's name.
Looking in at the fug of glinting glass, low lights, fires and faces.
A stranger watches lives they should have, could have had.
But for Wintery weights.
Them within look out at the stranger.
They swallow in the dim din.
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