Sometimes I think I'm made of ice:
Cold, so cold, not caring, not giving,
nothing.
Sometimes I turn so cold I'm amazed my heart still beats

But there you stand,
A blazing bonfire,
Melting me, warming me,
And I can feel the icicles dripping

Boom. Bo-boom.
My heart starts beating again,
And - here I am,
Finally human again.
And warm.

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