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Ice piercing woodland core
As permafrost encases the mind
Maternal scorn
Frozen in time
Calling from the north winds
Collapse of my inner self
The tundra within
Shall never thaw
As the wind blows
As the river flows
As the fire roars
My soul shall freeze
An arctic eclipse
On this stormy night
I pursue the northern lights
The meaning of life
The fine game of nil
In search of home
