written 2022
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An ice queen with a barren heart, its chambers were a mausoleum of art.
Of all the things she used to love.
Canvasses gathering dust lay beside all her dreams.
Sorrowful cadences were playing as she screamed.
She died, frozen in wintertime.
And now she is only a fading memory to those who poured over her rhymes.
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