Hugs never last

I melt in your arms like fire and ice.
I like hugs, hugs are nice.
Hugs are like a slice of heaven in this rampaging hell.
But at this moment I’m a concierge ringing my own bell.
Unanswered, merely stoking my own fire.
Not the type that soothes, the type that destroys.
The hope that’s like a rope that hangs me for the white exclamation of small joys.

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