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Aug 12, 2008 11:34

inside it feels so lost
the cold wind bellowing
i can't seem to look up
the ice holds me still

inside the prison i see them
those whose hands rest warm
outside the frozen tundra
in love safe not torn

inside its cold and brittle
smoke waffs and mirrors flash
reminders of the distance
reminders of the past

cracks in it crinkle
echo slow across its face
breaking though their features
tearing their smiles from their place

reminders are the features
memories of the breaks
i look about in horror
remembering the cracks

the prison is an ice wall
covering me in frost
about i look at others
with emotional cracks in place.
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