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Ice Cold
Take a spoon and take a scoop.
Then the ice cream fiend comes out.
He doesn’t like foot prints.
In the ice cream.
Cold, but in a lively way.
As if there’s someone out there.
But they are dead.
Piles of ice cream-
They call it snow, but I see something they can’t.
The best type of food.
Is everywhere.
And a little dangerous.
Headlights.
It’s them.
Plowing snow away.
A good time to go inside and drink hot chocolate.
Shivering comes in cycles.
Some people do.
Take a spoon and stir your hot chocolate.
As she scolds you for your insanity.
She thought it was the effects of frostbite.
But I’ve been bitten long ago.
They call it snow.
Then they died too.
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Angelica Tao
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