Cold to the Touch

I am an ice burg

cold to the touch
hidden by the sea's vice
I am a snowflake
cold to the touch
fragile piece of ice
I am an icicle
cold to the touch
dangerous for those who come near
I am a puddle
warm to the touch
you melted my cold exterior


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