Frozen The fire burns yet I am cold. Outside I see the blizzards rage, While I shiver in my cage. As supplies run dry the fear increases that I might die. Lost and confused in this whiteout I stumble, Brought to my knees to be made to feel humble. Hope of help is lost as I lose direction, How I long for the warmth of your affection. It would appear I've been chosen, To live my #life frozen.
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