Ice

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When I hold you, my hand gets cooler
I like to watch you become softer, more mushy
You're fun to play with, only for a while
Because if I hold you for too long, you just melt away
So then I start again, I start anew
Knowing what will, but cannot stop what is to come
I play a fool's game, that's for sure
But I don't care, I love my ice

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