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Seen yet never seen,

she attacks the little lives,

come down cold as ice,

I’ll exhale, breathe in and sink in too,

as I grow pale without you.

Here it is winter everyday,

push your lips against the sculptures,

surely you’ll stay,

full of blood and ice,

she bites my lip and drinks my warmth.

I barely dreamt her,

she said she’s seen me from far away,

like the lines in a mirror,

for you to trace.

Free fall into the nostalgia,

I’ve met my love before I was born.

Like sugar and ice,

winter has been from years before.