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Dec 2012
The cold breeze
Clear against my bare skin
Leaves shivers across
My moving limbs.
Firewood in the distance
Fills the air
Fills my breath
With each inhale.
The gravel below
A crunch with each step
Stride after stride
Going nowhere fast.
My shadow follows
So close behind
*I guess you can't outrun your problems.
Carter Ginter
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Carter Ginter  23/Trans/Wisconsin
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