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May 2015
With eyes
Black as coal,
I stirred the
Embers within.
The fire came
To life
And roared with
Passion unleashed.
Burnt my fingertips
And singed my skin
With a heat
I'd never felt before.
But all too soon
The embers died
And I was left
With nothing
But ash
And a mess
To clean up
niamh
Written by
niamh  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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