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Tributes to Lovers Into your arms
I melt like wax,
thaw like ice
on an August day.
The pleasure
I feel when
I am with you
dulls internal pain.
It's just temporary,
a transient touch
that gives relief
for a short while.
When you depart,
my body freeezes up,
and my heart
becomes a stone.
