Frost
Through glass
I see
a dream
of me
in frost.
Can't move.
Can't speak.
Am I
asleep
or lost...
Warm day
far far away.
Dull sound,
feels like I've drowned.
Through fros-
ted lace
I see
my face
asleep.
Too far
to touch.
Can't do
that much.
Can't speak.
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