Winter strikes, blasts away at our sanity,

Engages us and brings us down.

Weightless, I sway in an eddy of doubt

As waves of alcohol course through my veins

Like errant bands of hooligans

Terrorizing shock weary nerve endings.

Slowly I disaggregate into a state

Wherein my parts grow tired of adhesion

Seek solice in their entropy

And I am left a mist to be dispersed by your first word.

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