A KILLING FROST
A killing frost has settled over the land.
It withers the first flowering blooms.
It freezes the bees in their hives.
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It stifles the voices of the people.
Their words freeze in the air.
They dare not speak.
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The land has turned cold and barren.
The ground has turned hard.
Ice is everywhere.
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Summer is a distant and forgotten memory.
Spring is an illusionary hope.
It is winter in America.
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