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Cool, calm, Not dangerous when Viewed from a distance, But unspeakable depths that will drag you Down, Down, down. Into my ratcheting currents and Demonic tides at a depth hard to imagine. And scenes you couldn’t imagine, At least in my life. I’m more and less than people think I am. Unexpected, Unknown, And often invisible. My hands are frost and The icy mask I wear is melting into my flesh. But I feel that mask slipping, Collapsing to the ground and Shattering, Freeing the person I am. Maybe wrong, The frightening individual I am, As dangerous as an iceberg, Could be beautiful too.
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Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 1:00 PM UTC
Ice blue
Cool, calm, Not dangerous when Viewed from a distance, But unspeakable depths that will drag you Down, Down, down. Into my ratcheting currents and Demonic tides at a depth hard to imagine. And scenes you couldn’t imagine, At least in my life. I’m more and less than people think I am. Unexpected, Unknown, And often invisible. My hands are frost and The icy mask I wear is melting into my flesh. But I feel that mask slipping, Collapsing to the ground and Shattering, Freeing the person I am. Maybe wrong, The frightening individual I am, As dangerous as an iceberg, Could be beautiful too.
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Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 1:00 PM UTC
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