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Feb 2012
Rain drizzles down the
          window, and its steam
               coats the inner sanctum
               of my skull
          with a moderate frost
I grasp for the memories which
have been buried in the rime
               of the earth’s poles
by my
              fleeting
                              lucidity
            My quest leaves me shivering,
            like the tectonic plates
            as they bid each other
            an eternal farewell
Jessica M
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