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In the purity of zero i go back i always go back
when the air cracks crystal to the force of you
when i stood in the open and the wind burned my skin
the waning crescent just clearing the woods
the day begins with what i wanted to find
and there you were fiery and gorgeous
shattering orbs and the rest mad for words
fierce with desire an explosion of mind
in the drifts that cover the frozen creek
writing it failing both of us caught
in a fusillade we couldn't see coming
of breaking limbs and an ice cannonade.
