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Natalie Ostopiak

Revision History
• November 13-27, 1991	Newspaper: Funded by Syracuse University students.
The Alternative Orange: Vol. 1, No. 2 (pp. 4)
• August 26, 2000	Webpage: .
DocBook XML (DocBk XML V3.1.3) from original.

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A pale, white moon closes in and shines on a pond with an empty sound.

Beware masked stranger reaching to catch warmth from the winter air,

The colours will run into the gloomy, motionless pool

Like a splurge of water cutting through glass.

Attracted by the possessive beat she moves helplessly to the pounding,

Waking up, gasping for air.

As screaming eyes of hatred twist with absurdity in the reflection of ambivalence

Flickering flames erupt to bite the surface

Strapped in, she shrinks back with no time to breathe. All power is spent

Struggling to reach the core of an unimaginable reef,

With no base of reality.

I find you hiding underneath this shimmering ice,

Drowned by tangled thoughts of a warm glow,

Dragged underneath,

As if dying.

Step into

The deceiving and flirting flame, because

I have seen all I want to.