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The Fire
you lay numb
hypotherminc, dying
the fire, it dances
taunting, flickering, in and out
like hope
hope that it may help
help to that your frozen fingertips
slow your chattering teeth
soothe, ebb the icy grasp of the violent, pulsing
piercing burning
that is your fear and your doubt and denial
the drowning, whispering, screaming
wave that comes crashing
beating ...
Friday 3rd March 2023 4:27 am
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