Winter Blues

The winter blues are setting in Grayish hues wearing thin Creeping low on browning ground Hiding out from inward sound Reddened faces, sunken skin Lashing out to keep it in Then wrapped up tight in blackened lace Disappear without a trace

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Curled 

Holding on to feet Crinkling fingers in toes Rocking to the sorrowful beat Until the aching goes