Dec 2015
I walk
in all this snow
to come to grips
to breathe
to forget tomorrow and remember.
I remember this—
the moment.
icy
fever
cold
river
in all this snow
to come to grips
to breathe
to forget tomorrow and remember.
I remember this—
the moment.
icy
fever
cold
river
(25/M/Wisconsin)
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