don't get ahead of yourself
she warned from within
sharp pains to the throat
don't last in this cold
eery, grey, and submerged
beneath the weight of the wind
and what lingers and dances
inside it
keep hope but hide it some
so they don't look for your face
when you fall
extravagant ripples of smoke
and brand new air
battling for their place
in the here
blown off by the savage
approaching of a lion to a watering hole
with more composure than
you're ever given credit for
so keep quiet, keep them guessing
surprise attacks can take place in the light
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