...Serrated winter wind grapples the surface of my river
Like skin, below, my blood flows where its claws cannot touch me
I will not falter to the cold of things
Because I am hot blooded, I persist, I know no end.
11.1.10
15: I Froze in Passing
...Serrated winter wind grapples the surface of my river
Like skin, below, my blood flows where its claws cannot touch me
I will not falter to the cold of things
Because I am hot blooded, I persist, I know no end.
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