| I press on the elastic sheet, i’m breathing through a slice
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| 'are they worms or are the serpents?'bubbles through the ice
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| The source was quite invisible, the ever-present voice
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| While skating, both legs tracing different shapes, i made my choice
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| Mimicking the image in whose radiance i bask
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| I’m tied to him, or him to me, depending who you ask
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| None the less reluctantly reflections tumble in I slide with all the other on the wrong side of the skin
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| He’s fallen on the ice, it cracks
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| Will he plunge in and join me here?
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| He meets my eyes, to my surprise
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| He laughs in full light of my frown
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| My double wants to pull me down
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| Slipping on the friction slide, my skin peels to the bone
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| The flesh i leave behind, is something that is not my own
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| I beg my mirror image for a moment with my soul
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| He’s leaning back, time to attack, to see who’s in control
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| And every move i make he’s got a hand up just in time
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| He’s throwing several punches, and he’s blocking most of mine
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| Defeated now i sulk and squirm above the frozen heights
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| Waiting, calculating till he ventures onto the ice. |