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Urban Jul 2016
calmly be, just be
bow to pain and joy both,
with equanimity
Urban Mar 2016
sharp blades scar the ice,
to sound less is soundness.
we skate in silence.
Urban Mar 2016
how cold this night is,
am I falling from your grace?
ice grazes my heart.

— The End —