Compared to
their hearts
the icebergs are
warm
When I meet them
in the middle of
the summer
I have to wear a
coat
Don't cry in
front of them
Don't shake
hands with them
They want your
tears eternal
and your hands
immobile
It's hard to
find a softener
for softening
those hearts
as from the
finished meal
is hard to
extract salt
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