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Frozen by a nonexistant winter. A need to melt overcomes all. So many sources of heat pass by. None giving more than a glance. To this little block of ice. Until one perfect day. A blazing orange sun stops to look. The ice brick quickly drips away. Nursed by the sun's glowing warmth. Leaving a bleeding mass of organ, To wither and die.
Homeless.
Copyright 2006 Kaylie Howard.
