Beginnings
Piercingly cold winter morn
protected by none
could it be that this one early morn
that destiny was formed
destined to be hurt
is it only one day
one moment
one person that sets fates path
a frozen bottle
haphazardly placed
in a puddle of tears
frozen
used as a tool
to smash the soul
of an unsuspecting child
destiny frozen in time
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