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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 of  joy.
2013 © Natalie Wood
Natalie Wood
Written by
Natalie Wood  Maine, USA
(Maine, USA)   
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