Five Icicles on a Cornice

Icicles present crystal horns of a dilemma only solstice solves. Silver prongs grasp at limits to which liquid goes. Transparent steeples spire downward -- what's so perverse as self love? Glass sword rattles in blue scabbard -- winter files its cutting edge. Unicorn, melt with spring's soft virgin- advancing.

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