your eyes are frozen mirrors, stolen from the forgotten bottom of my heart. they fog to blindness at the the first blow of warm breath any living creature dares to present you. every time you cry, the crystallized tears tear the remnants of a once soft skin with wounds that resemble the cutting edges of glass shards dancing in the burning winter wind. how i long to penetrate the emptiness of those icy blue spheres, be rendered powerless before your coldness. transform me into another frozen statue, an eternal servant among all others that wondered into doom. let me stare at your shattered face. one day i will blind you, i will guide you endlessly throughout the planes of time, hand in hand, until the snow desert is no more.
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