"when you make love to a woman you get revenge for all the things you failed at in life" - Unknown

dying in the northern wilderness

he was a wounded

deer

enveloped by and

burrowing in

the soft, sparkling

snow

falling tenderly around him

it was quiet beyond the northern wind's howl

his skin was as pale as

pearl

and his lips were like

cherries

i couldn't help but

watch him suffer

he was ice

i was aurora borealis

we only stare

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