yOung
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1 min readJan 27, 2019
How long has it been
the snowstorm in your eyes?
The pale white
bleeds out
a flame
that crackles
when no oxygen is left
and sojourns
in the passing cloud.
You smell of hunger
& adrenaline
& a blank canvas
raging with the unknown
— the answer to be alive, you become.