escape into the cold snow
ain’t it time for you to go slow
walk out walk out while you can
kicking down that battered can
shop for food for breath for masks
shop for comfort thought that lasts
shop for plucked and battered dove
shop for true undying love
count the numbers that are dead
count the hairs left on your head
and when at last it’s time to rest
try to show your mortal best
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