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  1. You’ve captured a fragile relationship with your words.
    These first two lines really drew me in,
    “Fingertips perched as light as sparrow feet
    on the branches of your shoulders,”

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  2. Those first two lines are magical. “a bed of air and ice” of that Ice Queen is a most fragile creation and beautifully described but perhaps not that welcoming to a warm-blooded human.

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