Doppelgänger

With the advent of winter,
I shall blanket my noxious soul,
In fur-lined coats, ski boats and magenta mufflers
Yes my this tightly cloaked camouflage will shield me against meadows of mist
While my baker-miller pink nose, my blue-gray hands and snow frozen lips
Will help me bury deep my venomous devil
But if ever the yellow stampeding dews blew away the frothy cotton of back clouds
I am scared, I am afraid
The fair-eyed sun would glare through my flesh
It would align me straight in the monolithic front of mighty monsters
And would send me to long hours of slumber

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