Ice

Ice in this water bottle
fought its way unconquerably
against water pervading its
existance,
knowing in time she'll lose
but gave up not.

Then came heat
in the room, empowering
the water,
the chance of the ice is breaking
one last second,
she was holding her self together.

When I arrived, she's gone.
I guess I am ice.
I melt.

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