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It’s Quite Cold Here

Those deer

they freeze in fear

foreign luminescence blinds

even the mightiest doe

and in the light

I think they know

it‘s over.

not for us though

we must scurry through

with broken femurs and twisted feet

praying for white light

in place of red and blue

our whimpers

softly stain the winter air

but at least we have breath enough

in us

for the others to hear.

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