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out in the cold,
my muscles ache
too stiff to bend
too strong to break

there's work to do
there's wood to split
good thing I love
this kinda ****

I feel the shock,
I feel the sting
each time I make
a solid swing

too stiff to bend,
too strong to break
my hands are numb,
my muscles ache

my core is warm
like I'm on fire
but life don't stop
because I'm tired

each day's a fight
i'm gonna win it
I can't slow down
until I'm finished

have to stay warm
there's wood to split
good thing I love
this kinda ****
I like to take things easy, yet I enjoy manual labor. Keeps me from getting soft and reminds me that I'm not made of glass
 Jan 2019 Kristo Frost
TBDutton
Step on the shores of the sea
wade into the water
come swim with me

Let the water pass your extremities
into the depths allow your face to be

Here we need not breath
and movement is fluid as your hand will see
 Jan 2019 Kristo Frost
SGrewal
I show her
how to live,
I have never been
afraid of life.
She shows me
how to give,
she has always been
the angel type.

- S.Grewal
Instagram: @deckofpoetry
the cold tastes bitter on the wind
blue cigarette smoke hangs in the air
as vague shapes,
impressions of souls
this place is ruined,
worn down and
tilted and
sad

once,
there were people
i think so,
at least

torn apart by
the gravity wells
of the moon,
ferried by waves,
shouting over oceans

made silent,
by the silence
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