Poem 76

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"Princess heart,
Spiked,
Ivory stone,
Diamond of ice,
I see suns,
You cry stars.
Can't feel a thing,
My princess of ice.
Can you love?
Or only loathe?
He's in love,
The princess heart,
Is not his,
Never will be,
The princess' heart,
Is made of ice."

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