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Jul 2015
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
MsAmendable
Written by
MsAmendable  24/F/British Colombia, Canada
(24/F/British Colombia, Canada)   
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   William Burger, --- and SPT
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