Winter is Wild.

She emerges from a swamp

The muck slides from her arms

The water ripples all around

There she is alone and cold

It is another time she left

That she left something behind

The alligators were already dead

There were dolls floating around

Eyes popping out as if lost

She found her way to the cement

The were question marks

The were fox holes

And giant dolls

A slight breeze touches her cheek

It is a beautiful day

The city lights touch her eyes

Everything will be alright.

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