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Iced
belly up, seal-suited, booted and solstice shy
the weight under a sickle curved sky-sail, the icicle smile
of a frictionless fear, wears this glass thin but while
wise in countless ways, beyond the power
of n at least, stays wary yet of the sightless beast hidden
behind the curve
above and below 66.5°, you will find your breath tastes
...
Wednesday 16th January 2013 6:29 pm
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