And you stop it from falling. You
Catch its icy warmth with your tongue
And slowly, it melts.
Puddles of silver shudders,
Gleaming in your mouth.
It runs down your chin
It runs down your fingers
And you can hear every drop
And soon it becomes too much.
Desperately, you try to lap it up;
The soothing substitute,
The seemingly safe sparkle.
When it's gone it'll leave you destitute.
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