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when the cold comes when blinking hurts when the wind chisels through storm windows and cleaves the rafters when your breath cracks when the ground is too hard to dig another grave it’s time to grab your bag of tools picks and saws and chippers it’s time to find yourself a canyon of ice to carve yourself a bitter monument
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Dec 16, 2016
Dec 16, 2016 at 5:33 PM UTC
Cold
when the cold comes when blinking hurts when the wind chisels through storm windows and cleaves the rafters when your breath cracks when the ground is too hard to dig another grave it’s time to grab your bag of tools picks and saws and chippers it’s time to find yourself a canyon of ice to carve yourself a bitter monument
jonathan-witte
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Dec 16, 2016
Dec 16, 2016 at 5:33 PM UTC
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