The Cold: To Be Taken Together or Separately
Struggle until I
Seemingly reach the darkness
This, my immersion
As the stalk blows in the field
Cold wind embrace, gone
Overcome by this
Catastrophic renewal
My mind blinking black
An obscure conversation
A multitude of voices
Someone looks at me
From across desolation
I hear the train stop
It is a pity that I
May never see her again
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