• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 05
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burrowed in our frozen tombs
honeymoon smiles lodged in ice
we were mammoths with glazed eyes

living out some scenic fantasy
of porcelain lakes and chromatic firs
there were no unicorns hiding in this forest

its hues had muted gradually
as we waited for the thaw
a frond of light
to show our separate exits