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In the steel ice mist
that frozen world
that somehow sits
lingering in frozen breaths
shrouded in a cold blue mist
frigid like stone
statuette snowmen
melting in the morning
early morning misted dew light
settling like falling snowflakes
melting angels
winged teardrops
twinkling in the early morning light
frosted snowflakes falling
statuette snowmen
melting in the morning
the early light
that somehow waits
in a blue steel
frozen cold
ice mist...

20 Jan 07

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you leave me out in the cold. it feels too much like a list.

but that list is good at its emphasis. this one's hard to understand, hard to see where you're going.

i'm too confused.
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