my feet meet frozen ground, the ice and snow is stained black from smog and soot of rusted generators. my boots crunch the black snow beneath me as I run through these trenches, the nervous system of war. my lungs are full of smoke from my cigarette, I cant feel it. my lungs froze over a long time ago. my blood runs cold. I've lost all hope of feeling heat again, and i love it.
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