November 9, 2017
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As the cold wind blows,
the bright,
orange crackles
in its Metal cave.
Snow falls harder,
burying what’s
left behind,
Like ash from a volcano.
Forcing all life,
to take shelter.
Sleeping away,
from winter’s,
Cold, grasp.

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