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I stand in the snow
And watch the icicles 
Dripping, ever slowly down
Surrendering to the merciless power
Of the sun's rays. 

I stand in the snow
And look up at the bright blue sky.
When I was little

You used to be those primitive beings
Living in fear of that which you did not know
You say you have changed
That you are no longer afraid of anything.
Don't lie to me.

You speak as though you alone

Tears and smiles
interchangable
woven
through swirling emotions
roller coasters
rumbling infinitely on
reaching hearts and souls
lost along the way

Tiny hands
snatching
grabbing
at the smallest details

If you burn them 
With their words of fire 
They will crumble 
Into dust
They will be lost 
But your skin will be stained by their ashes

If you drown them
With their songs of the deep