Dying time
cold air creeping through uncomfortable coats
wind whipping wildly wheezing wearily at closed windows
rosy fingertips wilt numb and blue
slush controls the ground
as ice falls from the sky
bleak, frozen tundra
stretches as far as the eye can see
hearts hungry for heat
because the cold continues to seep
it dominates everything
as we walk home with dead pan faces
which we cannot feel
all we do is lift heavy feet
trying to get to save heavens
where heaves of heavenly food awaits
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