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Sadia Aug 2017
The moon melted looking at the beauty of you.
SassyJ Dec 2015
Blank spaces and dots protracted
Bouncing in spirals like squirrels
Quarrelling my melted brain cells
Clindballe Jan 2015
If my hands were ice
your fingerprints
would have been
carved into them
like an ice sculpture.

Your fingerprints
are like paintings
in my gallery of
missing people.
Only missing you.

If my hands were ice
you would be the artist
and I would have melted
Written: January 14. - 2015
Em Dec 2014
His name melted
in my mouth
every time the words
left my lips
and my tongue
and my teeth
and my heart

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