| She went to the river,
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| She never thought twice
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| She went to the river,
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| The river of ice
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| Slowly she removed the blouse of silk
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| From her back
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| Carefully undid her skirt
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| And let it fall unwrapped
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| She cut with her fingers,
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| The cold river sighed
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| She wanted the water
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| The water inside
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| She walked to the center,
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| Unbraided her hair
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| Stepped out of her panties
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| And left her breast bare
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| Stretched out on the ice
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| She dug into it slowly,
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| Methodically punching
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| The half frozen floor
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| The blood from her fingers
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| Helped warm them, but only
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| Until it froze over a moment,
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| No more
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| No more
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| He watched from the tower,
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| He saw her below
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| Her physical power would melt
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| Like the snow
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| But not so the power
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| Of crystal decision
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| The lock of the mind
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| In undaunting precision
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| On the window,
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| A flower he’d bought to her
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| Bought, but forgotten to water
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| The night rolled in slowly,
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| But did not bring sleep
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| Her opening was only a few
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| Inches deep
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| But as she pressed her head
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| Down to the unyielding shell
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| She could hear the water
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| Almost well
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| Morning crept in cautiously,
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| Fearing what it’d find
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| A ring of clothes around on Opening of the mind
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| And the water humming
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| For beneath
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| She is mine
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| And the water humming
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| For beneath
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| She is mine
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| She is mine |