The Wanderer
I slowly trudge through
sub-zero wind and snowfall.
Unknown if I live
or die in tundras
blocking out the source of life.
Frost bitten, I fall.
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I'm a 23 year old college student based out of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Currently working on a full length novel as of Aug 2012 and have a few short stories as well. Open to any feedback, criticism, etc and if interested in knowing more about me or offering professional editing services, please email me at [email protected]
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