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this island does not hold me
No longer does ice eternally freeze
Warmth melts away the cold
Heat from a source unknown
Chill from a source unbased
And when the icicles
Bound in unison
By chains as clear as
Frozen water
Begin to dissipate and capitulate
To the warmth of the word
By some enigmatic instinct
I try to grab a hold of them
But a palm gripping ice
contradicts
So all that’s left is
Watery scars
That evaporate upward
When Sunrays are cast
About the Creator
Rachel Steinmetz
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