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Aug 2016
I had been stripped of my clothing.
Every part of me, bare.
Left feeling vulnerable,
like cattle,
stuck on some wide range.
The cold nipped at every part of my body,
turning the veins blue,
separating me from my extremities.

I could feel the frost bite.

I understood the barren wasteland.

I finally got past it.
Michael Rucker
Written by
Michael Rucker  Naples, Florida
(Naples, Florida)   
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