I am frozen...
Three of mine
willfully combined
laughing
Running
With Big Sticks
and bare feet..
darkness creeps closer
I don't dare break the spell
I can't speak
I can't breath
I can only will this moment...
this peace...
to find a space
in and between
each and every one of my cells.
I will store its fatness
so I won't starve
on famine nights
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