Wax Man
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aremdaich
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Just another dead end of evolution.
Short poem.

Wax Man

The sun was low, and he watched his fingers drip away. Is this how it ends?

The streets full of melting figures, melting cars, houses and lampposts. His hand fell down.

The scientists said not to play with fire: "Don't bring down the sun to power up your ego!"

Now his head melted, and flowed into a wax river. Just another dead end of evolution.

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