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The icicle slowly melted It slowly melted in the afternoon sun Melting while hanging off the rain gutter Letting go of a small portion of its essence Essence, that in the end, would be gone Gone to create another form of its previous self..... Brian Hill - 2019 # 178
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Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 10:04 AM UTC
What is, is not now
The icicle slowly melted It slowly melted in the afternoon sun Melting while hanging off the rain gutter Letting go of a small portion of its essence Essence, that in the end, would be gone Gone to create another form of its previous self..... Brian Hill - 2019 # 178
You just never where your writing brain will take you...
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Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 10:04 AM UTC
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