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| rivers of ice, pillars of glass,
like water, light runs through crystal;
thoughts travel inside your forehead:
in my mind, to think is now to reason
the precious movements of your will:
across the earth
glacial penmanship,
beautiful writing
springs of magma, columns of light,
deep in those channels, molten flows;
warm blood filters through your dermis:
on my chest, to feel is now to witness
waves of sun washing over your skin:
across the earth
volcanic flows,
solar embrace
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