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Icebroken Still conversation reels and dips Leads and flips a folded harmony with focus, an intention, a dead end. The strings drain twirling pirouettes The drums time pivots Flutes flare crossovers Lights dim. Her rejection scrapes the inside of his skull Sharp new ice skates carve blue rivers on a soppy, melting rink.

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