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About This Poem
Two Ice Cubes
Placed two ice cubes on a hill...
Watched them glide as they will...
The blissful ride took many turns...
Dripping through a path of many yearns...
Destination is a warm sweet place...
Where raining flames kiss my face...
Each cube melts in the oven of enticement...
Where it can be tasted on lips with pure excitement...
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