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Hanging on.

Watching my blood henceforth,
dripping pools of life force.
Phasing in and out of time.
Gulping air-
cold and numb.
Exhaling fire
into the frost.
Pen and paper gripped in boney hands
No marks but of I.
Back to the old pine
restraining self from total escape.
Written by Tristitude
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