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May 2010
The warm glow
filling the empty room
enjoyed only by a meager audience.
Such subtle observers they are,
blind to its true purposeΒ 
in attendance for no reason but to watchΒ 
to yearn for its heat
only to become sparse the moment before dawn
Written by
Casey Griffin
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