Clay of Ice
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Rainfall in Sheets of Clay
Staccato Constant Dry As Ice
Heard to Sound
Smoke of Touch
Breath to Cold
Senses Freeze
Burrow Deep
Within A Thought
Quick To Glance
A Blow To Hurt
Recollect In Synapse Shock
Cease to Please
Begin to Pain
A Mind-Disease
Never Cures
Felt Once Pain
Blame There Be
Confined With Shame.
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