[walking from your house in the morning]
simply - for a feeling -
i will face these chills
deep under my skin and stiff
on my fingers as my feet
shuffle, treading on concrete,
over leaves dead and cracks live
i will feel the wind strike my
face, leaving it red and burning
while my legs move long and
into the wind, head-on-face-first
until my lips crack and my teeth
become stiff peaks capped in ice
i will take these firm breezes
in with my eyes, until they rain
tears into the wind, flowing down
reddened cheeks and onto the stiff
frozen ground
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