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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
Water
you are drowning
swim, I know you can
you don't realize
the water
it will kill you
it already has
for, why don't you scream?
fight
but your voice is lost
not even
the bubbles
reach the surface
Friday 3rd March 2023 4:18 am
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