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Frozen Habitat
Dark, gray, and cloudy skies.
Daggers silently whisping by.
Bones boycott the idea of comfort.
Muscles convulsing from the torture.
The wind howls like the wolf at full moon.
The white abyss underneath your shoes.
The air bites but leaves no marks.
Your setting devours down to your heart.
Heavy lungs as it all weighs you down.
The constant beating goes round and round.
No way to prepare for natures forced fold.
No way to overcome the bitter cold.
Daggers silently whisping by.
Bones boycott the idea of comfort.
Muscles convulsing from the torture.
The wind howls like the wolf at full moon.
The white abyss underneath your shoes.
The air bites but leaves no marks.
Your setting devours down to your heart.
Heavy lungs as it all weighs you down.
The constant beating goes round and round.
No way to prepare for natures forced fold.
No way to overcome the bitter cold.
Published 21st Jan 2015
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