an icecream on the table
is untouched but melted
nobody wants it even in its
colorful state, they really hate it
i'm but an icecream
but no matter how much i possess
the rainbow and the star,
the moon and other constellations
in my life i already own it but
the sun will never come to have it
to embrace everything i possess
i'm just that poor melted icecream
on your table
you can't dare grab it
for even i'm not hot
you can't swallow me
i know you hate it.
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