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Jun 2013
Your ice still clings to my marrow
Will I ever thaw through?
Perhaps a little antifreeze will melt my veins.
If I lay down in the sun,
Can I break?
Will I shatter?
Glass breaks like a mirror.
Jacqueline P
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