When cold, they slowly spread

Icy, sleepy, dead.

When hot, it all moves so quick

Bright, fiery, slick

They say particles move by heat

Is that not deep?


Do I move because I am deep?

Or because I cannot sleep?

Fine wine pours

Suddenly, I snore

Do you know where I want to be?

I know, it does not leave me.


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