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  • Writer's pictureRabby

Fire and Ice

Fire and Ice met in his chest and it was a mighty clash

Yet, she was sleeping beauty on his chest.

His heartbeat sang sweet soft lullabies that never seemed to end

and yet, there was a war in his chest.

A ribcage filled with harsh tongues of fierce flames,

licking at rock hard blocks of ice.

A flood rolled in; a lukewarm tidal wave

it shook his chest.

The fire burnt on and yet it was freezing cold.

…to be continued…

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