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Ice Queen
by Meredith Mick
(07/22/09)
Such a rag I could not find
To wipe up this undying need
The sheets that cling to me are wet
I pull them tighter to create the illusion
Of your embrace
Time and place stand still as my thoughts roam wild;
The grassy fields grow tall and green
Seeking empathy, I dive into rapture
Your beautiful craziness washes over me in waves
I close my eyes and begin to melt
©2009 by Meredith Mick
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Meredith Mick is an aspiring author/poet who sometimes can't decide which she loves more -- the world, or the oh-so-comforting darkness in which she hides. Having experienced virtually every type of pain there is, she is acutely sensitive to the suffering of others. If she could, she would adopt all the world's orphans. She lives in West Virginia.
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