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Ossified

Frozen like a statue, stooped against the glass, frost forming around his nose and mouth, his skeletal hands ossified, grasping a chisel, carving into a sculpture of ice, his pupils glazed over like an ice-covered lake, reflections caught beneath frozen blues, his face petrified as his blood turned from red to blue, his pupils contract as his head submerges under a frozen lake, where reflections stare up into longing eyes, that will never again see a ripple or a wake.



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