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Cold of hell, spell unbroken
icy purity, thought stung ring of shards, cold token Sips of wind, rosy nose dripping, dripping, winter's douse; hot mugs, cider & cinnamon, gray & green, orange & brown silly, sally, sleighing, snow yarn spun, tale forgotten fingers mittened, breath unlocked On fire rings goes comfort warm marriage of cloth and flesh winds a-testing, cold of hell trapped in me: a warm spell Lips arcane spoke: bandy-legged & mightily grim it'll take a nip of any skin Treasures of heat, pockets of victory, your Iciness, let us not dawdle as your gelid embrace lacks charme  |
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