All In a Days Win
Drifting as the snow topped alps
Town to Town
State to state
Nothing of warmth in sight
Becoming presents itself
In the mist of the cry
Acting as if is
Not enough
Becoming a part
Assures survival
A thing can not be against it self
It can only turn
Making relief
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