If you would go skating
on the thin ice of my life
dragging behind you
the silent reproach
of a million tear stained eyes
dont be suprised
if a crack in the ice
apears under your feet
you slip out of your depth
and out of your mind
with your fear flowing out behind you
as you claw the thin ice
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