Ice Man
Born into this life
steel around him
cold floor under him
old cloths on this back
this
this life is all he knew
new things seemed a dream
a dream soon turn to reality
new things he had
but changed he was
humanity turned his back
the agent of cold he had
became
steel in him hand
stealing their dream as they did
his.
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