Bared

Dared the cold
Twenty degreed
Smiles in a tent
Spent willingly

In dreams slept
True as howls
To the moon
Like lullabies

Broken warning
Chirped at two
A.m. a bigger
Thing is close

To chosen chills
Attacked or to
Check it out
Even retreating

With only feeling
A presence it’s
There as would
Be felt or shared

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