Like warm ice.

They asked me to take him.
His eyes were the soft ones, like warm ice,
and I knew that I didn`t have a choice.

I put him in my heart,
and pressed him against my chest.
Then I cursed his fate,
before I embraced it,
and all I really wanted was to thank those
who betrayed him.

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