somehow
the way was lost
left
wandering through contradictions
deaf
by the silence
quickly
slowing down
mouthing
words that don't come out
since
nothing's right went left
on
top of the bottom
fumbling
with frost bit fingers
numbly
feeling for a feeling
can't
concentrate the light's blinding
freezing
to death in the hot sun
dying
only to wake
realizing
it was a dream
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