Inuit. Ever heading north. Following quiet paths that only he can see. Carved ornate, from Walrus ivory. Rice paper suns arise and set, across his sealskin. And all the iceflows never can, combined reflect, The spirit that he holds within. Eskimo. Forever walking, under northern lights. That splinter forth across the starlit nights. I only wish to take a little of your cold clarity...Along with me.Birth sign: Gemini
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