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kinks in the hose,
is when it froze,
the chills of ice,
passed through twice,
paused life on hold,
in the deepest cold,
memories of a past,
snap frozen in a blast,
now they remain,
without decay or pain,
forever it would seem,
maybe they still dream,
coldened to remain still,
awaiting a change until,
but never it would be,
trapped to not be free.