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Frozen
Brutalism
In shadows cold and crisp, we tread, with whispers of the ice ahead, Stark forms arise in winter's grasp, Bold lines and shapes that firmly clasp.
Frozen Brutalism stands tall, A testament to nature's call, in fabric strong and colors pale, through snow and frost, we never fail.
Elegance etched in icy veins, A union of strength and beauty reigns, In the heart of winter's reign, Anomaly's tale, forever sustained.
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