THE FOREST GREEN: The Frost    
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Saturday, August 28th 2004, by Marissa A Spencer

The Frost

When frost is scraped from a frigid window
There remains a shadow of each stroke
And when your back is turned
The ice forms again

A cycle of pointless freeze and melt
Rather like a life given no course
And when you close your eyes
The ice engulfs you



© August 27, 2004 Marissa A Spencer

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