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Jan 2013
I once met a girl with fire in her heart,
A fire of warmth and home.

I once met a boy who had ice in his soul,
Ice made of snowmen and joy.

Then they met each other,
And she melted his icy soul.

Her fire was diminished,
From his melted puddle ofย ย joy.
2013 ยฉ Natalie Wood
Natalie Wood
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Natalie Wood  Maine, USA
(Maine, USA)   
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