dancing on thin ice
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His heart is made of frigid ice
it doesn't stir; it doesn't beat
but sits there in cold apathy.
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His heart is made of glacial rain
it doesn't stir; it doesn't beat
it hungers to conquer fire
and the stars are its desire.
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His heart is made of stone-cold ice
it doesn't stir; it doesn't beat
so can someone tell him the reason why
he hears it cracking when she speaks?
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His heart is made of winter draft
it doesn't stir; it doesn't beat
yet trembles slightly when she laughs
and he figures that's no easy feat.
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