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ICE ME
Old joints.
Locked.
Frozen.
Swollen in atrophy.
Movement is upon me.
Progress slow
Proportional to his absence.
Brother to Jadis,
Ever present ruler
Of my wardrobe.
Where is my deep magic?
I've no place to eat,
No redeemer.
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