Went walking today.
Saw a ghost of a man
fishing beside the frozen
lake.
This wilderness is
cold, is aged, is
Winter at its finest.
I try to break the
bars, but the steel
won't give, my mind
neither bends.
And you know
what the tragedy is?
I used to love it here.
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