Some
times I think
I might be just
ice. cold and unfeeling. beautiful
to look at destruction waiting to happen an ice berg waiting in the ocean to ruin the
unsuspecting voyagers who may come my way
seeking new lands adventure untold wealth a fresh
start and I end it before they arrive with my unseen mass
they know I am coming they can see the ice but the truth they see
is not all it is not everything it is not all of me they see but a trick.
I am more than they can handle. and I ruin them. just by being me.
they think I am small but I am much larger than they could have ever inagined.
deeper too. they think they know what they are getting into they think they
understand but they can't because
what they see is just the
tip of the ice berg
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