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The Phone Call
Tears freeze,
rolled halfway down her chin
held precariously against her face
sparkling like icicles
after the
snowstorm.
rolled halfway down her chin
held precariously against her face
sparkling like icicles
after the
snowstorm.
Published 16th Jan 2013
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18th Jan 2013 00:55am
This says a lot in a few words and lets the reader's mind run wild of what made this person cry. I like the imagery here as well.
