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Aug 2014
Life made me..
And because life made me
I made walls of ice
fortified my position
against everything that was outside
travelers would have to endure
the onslaught of ice and frost
And I'd rarely allow them refuge..
One day I looked up,
my roof made of ancient ice,
and witnessed an incoming bright light
"Is that a person?"
you broke through every defence
with the utmost ease
something I have never seen..
...and now you live here...
*Welcome Home
Stevie Ray
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Stevie Ray  31/M/Netherlands
(31/M/Netherlands)   
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