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A brush of cold wind, then
an enveloping warmth
Hard, gripping
Feelings on a chokehold
One. Two. Three.
Dead space in between.
And, It Lingers.
I'm Here. Then I'm Not.
Misstep and fall.
Thought I heard You call.
It's just the wind.
25 minutes. Time.
It'll pass, but I'll remain
in the same moment.

Everything's just part of the scenery.
You, Me, Them.