ICE

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ICE

Such is the nature of ice.
If it covers you for too long, 
You start to lose all feeling. 

The blood leaves your veins,
Your hands and feet turn purple,
And your flesh begins to wane.

Such is the nature of ice.
It preserves the dead, 
not the living,
and if left piled up, 
will turn your streets to mush. 

It can seem fun to play with for a while,
but you always look forward to it melting.
You will not spend your days basking in its presence,
and when it comes you will look for ways to escape. 

You will travel south to Latin America
or spend your nights in hibernation,
anything to stay warm,
anything to remember,
stay tethered,
to human touch.

Such is the nature of ice
If it covers you for too long, 
You start to lose all feeling.