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Icicle

A boring safe warm rooftop

blocks cold from those inside

as frozen, I am of the wrong side.

Storm long passed, house yet unbreached,

I in bitter warmth start to understand

I am something unneeded,

in despair running down the side.

At the fringe of life greeted by solidarity,

crystalizing myself something new

clear beautiful a testament to the ice,

living upon the edge of warmth.