Ice
The ice sticks out
Bare-faced in front of me
Telling me
That I’m going to fall
For sure
The snow buries the ice
Underneath the lies
Of comfort and easiness
Lingering fear but no certainty
Of whether I’ll fall
Or not
You leave me hanging
With uncertainty
I know it's wrong
But the snow
Just feels too good
Right now
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