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Spotted whiteness

  ink splashing onto wet paper

running through the rivulets of wetness

  like veins

Haunted, spreading virus



alaska is melting,

   she spewed,

fools thinking igloos

   will protect them from the storm.

We froze in the process,

  and burning, she drew

the sun behind her pencil,

  powering the end



she let the charcoal fly

snowmen sagging

arms dragging on brown snow

yet she cries when it comes true.



you always knew,

   the rivers ran dry with your drought.

cause all the ink flew to the fire

   thickening it with darkness.

and it ate the shelter

   alaska being consumed.



speckled whiteness

  the rivers filling back up

staining the wet paper

  condensation

the waters of ice blocks,

  flowing back to your old land,

and  you are riding an ocean of sorrow,

  as the waves roll on...