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Dec 2015
She stands in beauty
Waiting for the wind to come
and knock off the only clothes
she owns
She sits strong ready
for the icy queen to
enter
and bring in her army
of ice crystals
only there to make their sacrifice
heavy and tired
She knows that her time
is near and she needs to hurry;
hurry up and make amends
with her solid ground
and build up another
as she falls
Written by
Alex Hite
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