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Sep 2020
that childhood game of desert-island

well I am deserted

I am standing on thick ice
but I never learned how to ice-skate
And the edge is coming ever closer

And I know how to swim,
but with icy shock will I be able to?

screams reverberated
how is it the thick set cliffs of snow stand firm
as if they’ve fallen deaf
Written by
RedAgain
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