Esoteric Matter

Snow is a strange thing

Somewhat surreal

Out of this world

When it comes in masses

Obliterating every life form

Purifying and destroying

In its terrible beauty

Going North makes one remember

What Winter used to be like

That feeling when your hands

Slowly turn red than white

And you know is not good

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