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Oh, I melt so easily into
    things

    this little iceberg
so submerged, just
 skimming the surface with my
    brain-bits. I'm
there and I
don't want to
  rise out

           I melt into songs, people,
                             substances, moments

and once I'm on the floor 

   I'll never stand back upright
if someone doesn't 

      freeze me fast

though I'd rather be liquid
   and slither around
- you just can't allow it
      because I'll forget what I am.