Avalanche
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Think of you
Puts me at risk
An avalanche just waiting
Waiting to happen
Let me think
Of stealing a kiss
Something innocent,
Saying goodnight
Maybe a bit more
With the furious rage of a thousand Winters,
A sea of injustice, waiting at the spout.
Like the irritated bite of a good man's splinters,
That swindle and split when sweetly plucked out.
Diamond dust dances from the frozen frontier.
It clings to my eyelashes, but I see him rush to linger.
Ahead he guards me; protects me.
Beyond the beyond, the mask of danger veils.
