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    • Oct 8, 2019
    • 1 min read

Iceberg

I can feel it in my bones. The crystal winter overcomes me and I can’t breathe. Frozen in time iced over and the chill runs through my body. I can’t think with this frigid air whispering into my ear. All I can do is be an iceberg, part of hidden.

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