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Jul 2013
The frozen lake,
The broken heart.

Stamped on to shatter,
The dreams of reality.

*Who knows where the footprint will lie,
Sinking down past the refection of the sky.
The last ray of sunlight beaming through,
Like an angel, Watching down on you.*

As inhaled,
Lungs freeze.
Just like that,
We shut off.
                                              **We feel reality.
Mary Elizabeth Kavanagh
Written by
Mary Elizabeth Kavanagh  London
(London)   
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