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Cold...Cold...Gone

January 28, 2022
By Anonymous

The air is thin and crisp 
Like an apple 
My hair is no longer dripping 
It’s frozen 
My brain is slowing down 
Stuck, slow and syrupy 
I no longer want to leave 
I no longer can leave 
My voice leaves me 
My eyes close 
Is this my final resting place, 
Out here in the snow?  



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