she threatened to change the climate

[one
made of
ice

cannot
touch
another
of fire]

she
traces
just
outside
his
circumference,

steps
b a c k
when his
flickers
s w a y
her way;

melting
just enough
to know
what
warm
feels like.

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I am bird, these are my words.

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