My Ice is grey and ocean blue
like primate raiders lost beneath
never taken by the hand
my gravestone gems and tuskan teeth
My ice is like the shakey page
blowing in the raging gale
taken up to passing clouds
wastes the lowlands full of hail
My ice wont melt for now its thick
my exibition exibit
maybe soon my ice will find
some warmth and met unfreezing it
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