the ice doesn't reach
where I stand
the water keeps moving
fighting in slow motion
they say there is a spot
farther away
somewhere
where the ice stays thin
I used to be scared
I'd find it by mistake
wandering
then falling through ice
my body weighed down
by layers of wool
heavy
with icy water
following tracks
left by other wanderers
just moments before
the only way I'd feel safe
and now
I look for pristine snow
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