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Feb 2020
Gliding on the surface
Of this frozen reservoir

I pick a stone and throw it
Waiting for a breakage

Did I hear a crack out there
Or maybe it came from the inside?

Could the ice break?
How warm is the water?

I heard it's colder
The deeper you go

Two stones are in my hands
I've never felt as powerful
Being all alone

Knowing death is watching
Waiting to be summoned

If I fell in the water
Would you come save me?

If the ice cracked
Would you feel relieved?

Jumping on the surface
Screaming at the world

I pick a stone and throw it
I hear a crack again
relahxe
Written by
relahxe  22/F/Bulgaria
(22/F/Bulgaria)   
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