In the silent black night in the middle of a cold, snowy field there are four walls of fire burning and glowing and I am sitting in the center, smoldering. 

Burning myself up, as always. 

The icy wind blows away the ghosts and sends embers into the endless black space that fills the night. 

The silence eats my songs for you, 

But even if you heard, would you burn, too?

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