Isolated so long, blighted by the first frost.
Longing for the warmth of human touch.
Through this wall of ice I can see you.
And the beating down.
Glacier growing larger.
Mirror growing darker.
My forefront of consciousness.
Has been ignored.
The healing touch of time has abandoned me.
Keeps me inchesworlds away.
Reaching through the ice at last.
But you feel the frost and run.
Run from me back to the secure.
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