All you beautiful people,
I love you,
But you bore me.
You seem nothing like the ice outside
Unless I feel drunk on snow
And too lonely.
True, it takes years to know
The intricate coastline beneath her clothes,
The curving eddies when she emotes,
The tides erupting in hidden coves
Where the phosphorescent mental glows.
But your smoothed surfaces
Cannot even hold jackfrost.
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