Ice and space
in a fired night,
in a frozen day,
dreaming your face
breathing it right,
just sleep and stay.

And a sun awakes:
warm fingers 'round you
but no skin to feel them,
all that leaks
is a damned truth,
we're a plant with no stem.

White melting reality
and the smoke of distance;
what we get is what we lost:
just long for have serenity
but for it have no patience
and like this island... we're frost.

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