Cold Front

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This frigid wind
Eats away at my skin.
Dissolving my comfort zone
From the outside and back in.
There are no more words.
I'm choking on my own thoughts.
Sitting anxiously still
Suffocating on nervous knotts.
Another winter approaches.
The cold rolls in again.
I just wish spring would free me
From this arctic world I'm living in.

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