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"Hello" I said,
Touching her shoulders
And her coldness stiffened
Into her face.
Her body drew away
For she remembered
The dirty deal I once gave her,
And now she turned me into
A snow-iced crystal inside her head.
There I remain until this day
A frozen image of a wrong door.
Shall I melt forgotten in her grave
Or shall I reappear ages from now
When in another meeting
I shall thaw out
And again become
Her red-hot lover?

Irwin R. Shaw - 1984