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There is nothing beautiful
beneath a tear drop lake,
frozen misty blue eyes.

The unfolding mirror, clasped,
fear in the recollecting
legs disappearing into fog.

Her presence cold on his back,
icicles her weapon
in new ways and stayed memories.

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