Frozen Crystal

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I would love being a spy...
A sleeper, a mole...
I guess it is like acting, where I play a role.
Cold feet and hands
Cold thoughts of mine
My mind is clear
Crystal clear.
Frozen crystal.
Icy dust.
Static snow.
A white desert.
No sense of depth.
No recession... No shadows.
The land is one with the sky...
The sky pressing on the land.
Buildings and figures locked in the cold.
Somewhere inland is the world... The rest of the world ?
The running fog lifts on the snow in slow motion,...
Creating my bed, my room and my house
Low temperature in a dream
I am a sculpture that has been shaped out of ice.

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