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Enraptured in Apathy
I saw you standing in the
Snow of your know
Everything
Still
In the dimensions
Of your
Window sill
Jutted with icicles
In cycles
Recycled in cycles
Of thought
Forms
From Froze
To
Frozen
Aptly chosen...
Sometimes
Feeling
Is
Like seeing
A comet
That portends
Ends
Of these
Into this
In visions
Of everything
Melting…
Nothing
Into Nothingness
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