Ice

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Like a waterfall
cutting through the world
cascading through the dirt
all these thoughts untold.

There ain't a dam
that can stop the flood
the moment it begins
all that remains
are memories,
floating through the cold

And although it thaws
this frigid heart
nevermore you'll see
the cracks are sealed
the entrance barred
to its most precious parts

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