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The Frozen Lake
Walking on the frozen lake.
Taking every step,
dragged through snow.
Going over dead, grey ground,
to the distant town.
Lights and sound.
Yellow, warm and stinging.
Hot pork.
Sailors singing.
Aurora dancing in green fury,
the storm of a God's mind.
A wolf wanders into the main street.
Head low, twisting upwards at the scent of roast meat.
Paws drag, and eyes register the neon.
Comfort, an ideal hard to take
when walking on the frozen lake.
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