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When We Talk

it’s like skating

on thin ice.

I watch for the cracks

as you jump and stomp

before we fall into frigid water.

The coldness hit

hard like your words.

Your icey eyes

pierce my soul.

When we talk,

it's like getting stuck

under thin ice—

frozen and unable to move.

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