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Watching, my eyes saw the swaying limbs thin and starved by winter winds... Dancing, like moving cracks on the window, Through which I did stare. Imagine, the image so morbid above as I gazed. unnerving to the anchoring blood, drying up within the veins of my limbs, much like the branches that sliced the air... The roots dug deep into my back, and the anchored blood began to freeze... My vessels, destroyed by glaciers, of icy blood, that once flowed. The travesty, of the bullet plunged into my heart, whose beat slows, and withers and fades. Too and so soon, the loss of my life... Now I play the game of patience...