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Icy Fangs
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Icy fangs cause us to crouch

Inside the mouth

Of our little house.

Held captive by the frosty rain

We hover back

And avoid the pain.

Attempts are made to get outside

But slippery walks

Make us collide.

One day soon we hope to see

A sun filled sky

That will set us free.

But until then we must persist

Until the chill

Does not exist.