Closure in moscow

Permafrost

Closure in moscow
Now the time has come:
Take my icy lungs away.
Pull the teeth from my skull.
Sheer my crown of its hair.
The permafrost is near, but you won't let it take me.
It came for me alone, but my gift of flesh will save me
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