We are on the edge of freedom, turn,
The sun, steam rising from the frostbitten night time.
Blue eyes, chips of ice focus on the dance floor.
Anger and wounded pride.
He runs, trying to free the broken spirit.
Teeth grit, a twitch in ridged cheeks.
Doomed to the armagedon of despair.
Searching for respite from the satanic fury.
Memories of eyes, lips painted red. Baseball,
Forever picnics of kool-aid, fresh apple pie and hamburgers.
Cascading waterfalls in the distance
Laugh like little girls.
Small drops, drilling into soft earth.
Eternal impressions on the world.
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