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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  
I see the light  I’m crawling out
I tried to find myself inside you.
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.
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