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My mother told me Don't wander onto The lake. Barely frozen over I listened until I saw The swirls of snow taking flight So I took small Cautious Steps. Listening to the wind whistle Looking at translucent ice Feeling the sting of cold Like sparks dancing over my skin Until crack And I saw dark, blue, flowing everything Struck with awe, I forgot needs Then I saw blinding white Felt air in my lungs Felt my skin burning I rose I learned Some rules are worth breaking
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Feb 16, 2021
Feb 16, 2021 at 1:32 AM UTC
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My mother told me Don't wander onto The lake. Barely frozen over I listened until I saw The swirls of snow taking flight So I took small Cautious Steps. Listening to the wind whistle Looking at translucent ice Feeling the sting of cold Like sparks dancing over my skin Until crack And I saw dark, blue, flowing everything Struck with awe, I forgot needs Then I saw blinding white Felt air in my lungs Felt my skin burning I rose I learned Some rules are worth breaking
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Tris_Herondale
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Feb 16, 2021
Feb 16, 2021 at 1:32 AM UTC
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