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  • Writer's pictureChad Coburn



Within this frost

The worst is yet to come,

I better run

My tracks, no longer trailing behind me

Am I safe?

Within this haze?

It's cold,

No one to hold,

Time running out It's in my gut,

Feeling low, dropping slow, off in the glow, racing the worst,

Safe at last?

Approaching fast

No time to stop

Off they go

The worst is yet to come

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