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Dec 2017
The cold air never touched my skin
It's simply pierced thought
To the very marrow of my bones
When it reached my chest
A cloud of vapor
Began to appear around me
As the heat of my heart
Battled the ice within me
I could feel them both slowing
Yet neither could conquer the other
So I carried on in the snow
Hadrian Veska
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