Inside
everything is dark and torrential
Black and filled with squalor
A loud fog that chokes out all
Hope of quiet
It's endless and needing
and hungry
and so filled with questions
that don't want to be answered
Outside
Is cold, comforting
And conflicting
But like a tight web
Of white as it descends from the heavens
Blanketing the world in pity
And all of a sudden
The vastness of it all
Is just so meaningless
Standing slouched in that
Silent
Falling
Snow
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