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Frozen, my face was caked with ice. Color fading quickly to gray...
From gray to blue Her skin is so cold
Even the 9th circle seems temperate The antithesis, physical accompaniment
womb wet wings wrenched
Black swan moving through swamp Golden Metals shine.
Devices set to moving Layers of tepid memories
JAVIER ALCALA
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