outside an icicle inks trickling tears
trying - to tickle the frigid window's
pane; in vane the rivulets run. Cold
cannot come unstuck, is instead: A
steeping seeping slithering serpent
slyly, sending frigid fingers - feeling
for all the warmth wallowing inside. 
at 13:32
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