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I feel the warm sun upon my skin As it penetrates and enfolds The stark early morning cold. And I remember how I have loved you When my love was still unafraid, And my hope the only flame in me. I kept it burning high, so high; I did not even have the faintest glow Inside my body when it died.
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Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC
DEATH OF A STAR
I feel the warm sun upon my skin As it penetrates and enfolds The stark early morning cold. And I remember how I have loved you When my love was still unafraid, And my hope the only flame in me. I kept it burning high, so high; I did not even have the faintest glow Inside my body when it died.
lynn-ruth-greyling
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Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC
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