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Ice shifts in the glass;
it clinks against the sides, then
settles once again.
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Ice shifts in the glass;
it clinks against the sides, then
settles once again.
More stories from Luna Jordan and writers in Poets and other communities.
Comments (2)
Gotta agree with Harper. Ice is such a scary word now. Loved your poem!
Like everyone else in the US, I now bristle when I see the word βice.β I am so thankful that this is the kind I like, in the place I like itβa glass.π