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 Feb 2017 Kim Lang
Ciel De Verre
You burn
So softly, almost
As if your light
Flickered and fought
But dimmed,
And bled towards the night,
Amidst the broken undertones
Of burning plumes  
Puffing
Lost desires.
To burn, to shine, to flicker, to die.

— The End —