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Striking resemblance
In the Clouds of morning's Frost
To the Shadow's of intention
Littered over the crimson battlefield
Shards of meaning
Dance through my mind
Scattered, shattered glass
As ice glistens over a spider's web
Delicate and fragile
The liquid seal
Fragments the shattered memory
And leaves you with Frost
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
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