Temperatures Blue
Cold feet touch the already too chill ground
The snow frozen over the grass ices my vulnerable toes
Quickly over this polar-like surface
My heels move over
Around
As my soles press on the soft earth below
The squishy mud oozes
Out
I move my legs faster and faster
This is too much to handle
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