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Sarina
Poems
Nov 2012
ice angel
I feel most like a ****** when I am cold
the pale daughter of snowflakes
not to be touched with fingertips.
But by tongue β
it is the skin that beats my laughter
and halting me through ice.
No man can separate my wings or heβll
freeze, become attached to me.
obstinate as a glacier who sleeps.
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