Of the Ice Age
Germs spill into my water
Once thawed they’ll grow
The Melt crashes like a tidal wave
The ocean pushes and I quake
The bottom runs over my feet and
Sand through my hands
What’s old becomes new again
Snow catching on my tongue
The past makes me sick and
Keeps my insides cold
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