Fiery Cold Wind

December 27, 2011

I once began to sing a tune about the tundra and I realized my lips were cold. They began to crisp in the fiery cold wind and they chapped together making but one.

I began to hum a tune about the tundra and realized my heart was cold. It began to crisp in the fiery cold wind as it beat itself into oblivion.

My heart began to hum a tune about the tundra and it realized my mind was cold. It began to crisp in the fiery cold wind and it thought myself into a frozen slumber.



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