The Cold
The cold around me approaches
It surrounds me
Encroaching on my space
Wanting to take over
I walk around
The cold arena
Underneath are bodies
Frozen and still
Untouched for decades
They want to be released
Out into the open
Creeping and crawling
A chill comes over me
I want to leave
But something pulls me back
How will I escape
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