twenty pounds of salt
lifted off the street
dropped in a shovel
virtual heat for the iceberg
that keeps bringing me down at the bottom
of the stairs and now
I hear you melt faster than I can eat rice crispies
crackle snap trickle puddle
green melt gurgles down the gutter
lifted off the street
dropped in a shovel
virtual heat for the iceberg
that keeps bringing me down at the bottom
of the stairs and now
I hear you melt faster than I can eat rice crispies
crackle snap trickle puddle
green melt gurgles down the gutter
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