We feel like a pack of wolves
Our flanks rubbing against each other
huddled together in the dark and cold, ice
freezing on little strands of fur
I can see your breath
I can feel it deep within my being.
The forest is dark. We're going to have another long night.
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RandomPoems for the emotionless and emotional. Vent or absorb, whatever you fancy. Whatever you do just keep holding on.