No Cover

Shivering,

sat here alone in the cold,

fingers turning to ice.

No cover for miles,

a desolate,

empty place.

 

Curled up tight,

lying alone in the cold,

waiting with bated breath

for a cold and cruel

wintery death,

all alone.

 

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