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stillness in the frost
a resting earth hums along
Gaia's slow footsteps
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there are no choices
as I breathe in the cold air,
only the Khaos
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water imitates
her solid, growing, iced world
the shifting Hydros
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shield me from winter
thank the fire with open palms
oh, Prometheus
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K. Kocheryan
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