Crystalline frost labyrinth;
Enquenched in icy construct.
White misted glaze unto its bones,
vibrating clean from source.

For eminence exuberant;
Cut crisp and cold from holy stone.
A patternistic eloquence,
built perfect as foretold.

Immaculate morphology;
Fresh-formed in breath's reserves.
Yet delicate, tip-toeing down,
to lay on cheeks of lovers.

This sudden sublimated death;
Untimely, early, all-too-soon.
Yet melting into kissing lips,
is hardly any doom.

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