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The crunch of the snow beneath my feet sounds like my ears scraping across my pillow. Am I dreaming?

I place my hands deep into the fires, confident I will not be burned. The flesh twists away and my bones become molten steel

that quickly cools and reshapes in the blistering winter wind.

In my dreams, it is a long winter my soul is a frozen block, trapped my souls cries out for the day that it will be pushed

into the forge and cast into a new design.

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