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You looked at me so close from far away,
You looked at me from far away, when being close --
With eyes that freeze in boiling summer days
To take inside and hold my melting flowing form,
With eyes that boil in freezing winter weeks
To melt my body hardened in the idle ice,
And make me stream to you to eat your seeds.
You looked at me and took me in your eyes.
Now when my fingers crumble from the frost,
Or when I lose myself between the spurts of rain,
I know the place to find my flow of form,
And to restore my hands.
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