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Dec 2019
Ice
Icicles come shooting
Up out of the snow
As daggers of crystal
Pierce my skin
I cower in the corner
With the cold crawling
Hail bounces off
The heat is retreating
The sun had given up
The day is getting old
And my will is getting weaker
The frost has reach me
It is eating up my legs and hands
At last it has come
My heart is a frozen ice cube
I now am imbedded
In a glasier cage
Written by
TearDrop Girl
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