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Mar 2016
The brittle air of night freezes my lungs to solid ice,
I am left with just a gasp of air to hold on to.
I can feel my brain crystallize into thin ice sickles
the numbness forms an impenetrable shell.
I wait silently in darkness for the warmth to return
and free me from my cold pressed shackles.
Ryan
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Ryan  UK
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