"lost in the whiteout,
too cold to curse.
too weak to fight out,
i fear for the worst.
and he's beaten, and he's bare,
and he's hardly even there,
and he shivers with the cold,
wanting winter uncontrolled.
i guess i saw it coming,
i've known it all along.
his bones are broken,
my bones are gone.
his bones are broken,
my bones are gone."
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