Frost Bitten

May 10, 2011
Frost bitten is my feet,
steam is my breath,
ice is what runs through my veins.
Crisp is the ground,
as i hound for even a glimpse,
a glimpse of home.
Snow shows my tracks,
But in a circle they go,
So cold,
My body shivers,
And is never to be found.

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