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As a stream of melting ice

Flowing from the tip of my lips

To the pit of my guts,

Fear takes me whole and swallows me

And I keep falling,

Down and down its deeps;

Fear of me, fear of you,

Fear of this, of what it could be,

Fear of what it means, and what it doesn’t,

Fear of what I have, fear of when we won’t…

Yet I choose to embrace

Not only this fear but its beautiful frame too

For just as a stream of melting ice

It is so refreshing and makes me feel alive!

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No rhymes yet; perhaps one of these days…