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one of her tricks, to melt, but again not,
not only her so far cold, the earth,
a rock, a crisp apple, sits in this atmosphere,
about to burst over his almost body
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Red Dragonfly 
intriguing, a glimpse. thanx “Melissa”-foundling!
I still think there’s a better poem in there somewhere but damned if I can find it.