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Heart beating, words softly spoken As breath As snow-flakes, lost-tastes shiver and drop to the ground As my whispers resound Echoing over a clichéd fortress of solitude, Of my own interlude Mirrors and glaciers, to shade me from your warmth Your touch Your forsaken light, your waytoomuch Of degrees and brightness I'm unaccustomed to Of elegance and coldness I'm grown fond of, for you And Your opposite, your pre-requisite Of new life where my own dies Of locked doors where my own surroundings lie White? Not at all. Simply lacking the colour-tainted Humanity feinted- Honesty, That yours so sorely lacks For give me an overcast silence