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A Poem by Eliza K.

Idk poem

“Insightfull poem that apparently makes no sence”
I have stood solidly with ice
Her frosty lips so kind
Her despairing eyes so lush
The gentle craving so lustful
It is bewildering however
To proclaim sutch a tragic statement
That ice is not the same as fire
So heated, fervent, kind
Ice betrays
So bashfully
Disappears so callously
Reminds my lesser soul of hate
And brings it only deeper in touch with reality