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Ice Queen Goethe

Sunlight streams through 
the tiny hole in the wall that holds
my heart together;
a crystalline point is trickling 
slow droplets of
ice water the shape of tears.
Slowly melting, I am pouring myself into
my own empty cup.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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