I believe I'm water.
No colour, no flavour,
No taste, no shape,
Until you add on.
The hotness or the coldness,
Which I wanted to be in my hand,
But I already mentioned,
And hope you understand.
I can be an iceberg,
I can be a vapour,
But that can be,
In my temperature's favour.
What do you want to make,
Make it,
Even if I don't,
I believe I'm water.
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