The cold wind burns my skin
and I look around at my surroundings in shock.
I am standing on a tall mountain
a piller
made from rock-hard snow and ice
the air around me is a whirlwind of gray and white
howling its shrill cry
and echoing around me
a bittersweet song of loneliness
for only me to hear
My teeth chatter like a chainsaw
knocking on a locked door in my mind
and I look around at my surroundings in shock.
I am standing on a tall mountain
a piller
made from rock-hard snow and ice
the air around me is a whirlwind of gray and white
howling its shrill cry
and echoing around me
a bittersweet song of loneliness
for only me to hear
My teeth chatter like a chainsaw
knocking on a locked door in my mind
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