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| Photo by: Massmo Relsig |
Beyond the Cold
Not long for this world
We long for this world
Crunching, snow-blind on glacier isles
Hitting our knees
In hypothermia-induced worship
Desperate for the desert sun’s cruelty
Scrubbing us as raw as sand
Throats burning from screaming
We curl up as wisps from
A fire we can’t find
Burying our faces
Into one another’s necks like arctic wolves
For one last scrap of comfort
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I like it!
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DeleteWell done, though it left me feeling a sense of sadness and despair. But life is like that sometimes.
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Tossing It Out
Sorry about that. Next time a happy piece then, yes?
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