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Glacier

Dead to the world a thousand years,

in a lake immured in ice.

 

You woke me up.

 

Mist.  I found I'd been sleeping

in a charred forest.

 

My body clung to night.

White light from the depth of the glacier

floods into my skin,

reminds me –

 

you walked on that lake.

Leaving your tracks – skin, scars.

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