Ice FingersA Poem by SarahIce Fingers I feel the cold wind its biting at my neck, tearing at my clothes. - Rub my arms for warmth, but nothing helps me now. Drowning in ice. - Deep inside my core the cold is creeping in. Frozen fingers grasping. - It’s got me by my spine I’m gonna freeze and die. - Help. © 2012 SarahAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on April 30, 2012 Last Updated on April 30, 2012 AuthorSarahAZAboutI'm Sarah, and upon finding this writing site, I had to join, because writing is my passion. One day, I hope to make it my career. more..Writing
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