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On Ice Water and Neglect

  • James Long
  • Jan 8
  • 1 min read

What days there were passed

Frictionless

Unseen

With the pallid dreamy stupor which heralds

sudden horror's sight

Weightless

white snow broken only by

Shards of glass and

the shock of grenadine

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