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WIND IN THE ICE CAVE

WIND IN THE ICE CAVE blows round my empty heartspreading throughthe ice cavechillingeven passion’s firenot stoppingdispersing all emotionsup, down, aroundstalactitesbreathing intoevery veinchilling (champagne)in the ice caveof lost lovebits chip offquietmeltthread thinsilenceCRACKsnapped finishedENDED by Janet Brugos,  Paris, France 1993