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Frigid air stunned my lungs

Body failing, my mind not yet done

"Not now," I willed my spirit

The threat of death, I fear it

The frigid air a constant stream

Alone I stand, without my team

To fail now, let's the fell air win

"I shall succeed," lest the sin

of weakness of will

Thus, I continue still


Also, @PMYB2 I haven't written any more of my story, I gotta get back into that

Frigid air stunned my lungs Body failing, my mind not yet done "Not now," I willed my spirit The threat of death, I fear it The frigid air a constant stream Alone I stand, without my team To fail now, let's the fell air win "I shall succeed," lest the sin of weakness of will Thus, I continue still ------------- Also, @PMYB2 I haven't written any more of my story, I gotta get back into that

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Nice, good job on the PR and the poem, looking forward to the return of the story.