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The slow, smooth, slick of ice Runs down cold iron bars Snapping cackling dry grass Crunching under every step Loosing momentum, shedding its vice Freezing wet my fingertips Electric cold, my fingers slip Down the bar of ice To meet the maker of its own device
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Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC
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The slow, smooth, slick of ice Runs down cold iron bars Snapping cackling dry grass Crunching under every step Loosing momentum, shedding its vice Freezing wet my fingertips Electric cold, my fingers slip Down the bar of ice To meet the maker of its own device
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Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC
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