on clear winter days i stay outside too long just to see my breath. i push clouds of carbon dioxide out through my mouth and watch them dissipate into the icy atmosphere until my brain chokes on its lack of oxygen and my head starts to spin. my winters are for those moments when thought is impossible but i can look on as some tangible form of my life dances away before my eyes.

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