death is all around us
scent lost in flowing lace
dusted upon noses
hills rested on one's face
shivers stumble down my spine
and chatter up my teeth
forcefully stuttered through frozen lips
longing for heat's warm reach
no longer are the young
forming fog upon the glass
slowly drawing lazy circles
waiting for storms to pass
so now we must be careful
slowly treading through the snow
muzzles tilted towards the sky
trotting into unknown
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Deeper into Dreams
PoetryA short collection of poetry with differing lengths and topics. Exerpt from Medusa: "so she followed closely behind the man's bare back until he stared into her glory and screamed until the black"
