To test and see if rabies I had,
I stepped onto the open sill,
And then from there: the roof.
I froze in a frigid frame,
With cheeks rose in fire untamed.
Iced stone well below me,
Tomb stones just before me,
And winter winds sending snow
To encircle my form,
Breathing life into me as proof
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