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I’m alone in watching a coal burn a solid object internally lit. A tongue of fire whose flames don’t lick. A heart The allusion, now clear, yet the edges remain blurred. Fire and flames struggle and fight, without a lifting wind they’re weak. Their culminations are short lived. Deadened ashes. Lust Embers remain after the excitement is snuffed out. The slightest breeze kisses their cheeks and they show new life. Glowing unconditionally. Love I’m alone in watching a coal burn out slowly s l o w l y s  l  o  w  l  y f   a   d   i   n   g      a   w   a   y. Even when the fire is lost, the embers of love will burn on.
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Jul 20, 2012
Jul 20, 2012 at 2:09 AM UTC
Burning Love
I’m alone in watching a coal burn a solid object internally lit. A tongue of fire whose flames don’t lick. A heart The allusion, now clear, yet the edges remain blurred. Fire and flames struggle and fight, without a lifting wind they’re weak. Their culminations are short lived. Deadened ashes. Lust Embers remain after the excitement is snuffed out. The slightest breeze kisses their cheeks and they show new life. Glowing unconditionally. Love I’m alone in watching a coal burn out slowly s l o w l y s  l  o  w  l  y f   a   d   i   n   g      a   w   a   y. Even when the fire is lost, the embers of love will burn on.
sean-yessayan
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Jul 20, 2012
Jul 20, 2012 at 2:09 AM UTC
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