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crystal icicles
fell on the hill which we used to climb without shadows to disturb our walk you tore me with your frozen hand whispering shards of ignorance you suffered in the arms of the cold light with the sadness drowned in my soul hanging your glance those eyes looked as if they were an ocean of purity and the sound of your voice broke my inner silence like Prometheus I brought fire at your head board to melt the growlers and the drifts that grew within your heart bare of sap I fade like a torch by the harsh blizzard through your volatile love
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