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Escaping January

January doesn't know me.

I hide myself in walls' embrace

covering my face with shadows.

I don't want to give bits of my soul

to Cruel General of Queen Cold.

January searches for me on the streets,

He shouts my name, follows my steps,

Covers the asphalt, to slow me down.

Photo: Ymon / pixabay

I don't want to stop or let his fingers,

Get near my skin.

January and I don't talk,

Silence has frozen our hearts.

I don't want to break it with flames

I am already spoken for by Summer

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