We tiptoe in the shadows of giants
Steel claws bite the snows crust
Skirting headwall after headwall
On ever steeper slopes
The sun beating down and reflecting, searing flesh on the bone
...Snow blinding fear seeping through
Our armour of experience feels pitifully thin up here
Standing tall on front points, pretending everything is alright
With the glacial wall standing taller
Right in our faces, close enough to kiss
If the giant should cough
Shrug his cape of snow off in response to the suns caresses
These fleas who are we would disappear
Like a waking dream
In this steep as hell world
We face our dreams
And make love to our fears
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this is mainly a collection of stories and writings to do with the people and places ive been and seen. if anyone can think of a good one that isnt here just remind me and i'll see what pops to mind. your all important pieces to my story and i hope to make you all feel even more special than you allready are. thank you and god(s) bless
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