A Mini Ice Age

A thin line between

Forget the present for the future

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It blows in despite the fence or your defenses

for a moment the glow warms your eyes

Don't let the frost melt your stone cold heart

between the sun & shadow

patterns of cutting, thoughts in a row

It's the ice that brings out the forms, shapes divides in your mind

what would holding hands be like?

Memory of imaging your touch

A song, or a date blows in and hearts go cold all over again.