searching me
to wash my feet
and suck all its frozen fatigue.
Somewhere on the icy earth
there is always a dream
calling me
to enter my eyes
and freeze all its molten intrigue.
I am the subject of melting and freezing
let me go to the place
where I can see my image
bathing in the streams
I want to admire and love myself!
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