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James Long
May 18, 2022
1 min read

Updated: May 24, 2022

How close the ice is

How serene

The boundless solitude of motedom

Unmoved by light of day

But glaciers rise on rivers run

Tiamat sighs

sweet nothings and vital breathless end

How clear the sky

How sharp the air

How near the eyes beneath the skin

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