Three
brothers made of ice
opined
it might be niceto cuddle till they felt it.
And
so they huddled tight –
until
their close proximity insured adjoining segments
of
them melted. Three
were
now becoming one.This wasn’t really fun.
They
soon were sick
with
dreams of slaughter –through the prospect
of
obliterating into liquid
water.
We’re not lying.Even ice is scared of dying.
.
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