And she took a hammer
And knocked all her words down
She left her house of poetry
She ran and kept running
She ran for the hills
Far out of sight
It was a cold day
And the wind from the east
made her tears freeze
on her cheeks

She ran until the cold
completely caught her
And what was then left of her
was a frozen still life of pain


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