my heart pulses to the beat
of the low fire burning in my chest
it's taken months to stoke this flame
and yet still it is little more than heated stones
through rain and wind i fought
my arms and soul are weary
but the fight won't be taken from me yet
Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 10:37 PM UTC
my heart pulses to the beat
of the low fire burning in my chest
it's taken months to stoke this flame
and yet still it is little more than heated stones
through rain and wind i fought
my arms and soul are weary
but the fight won't be taken from me yet
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