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Sep 2022
A gourd
Hollowed.
to carry naught.
Naught but a small flame.

And only for a time.

She is hollow.
But her flesh
is plump
is vibrant
is fragrant

A carved pumpkin with a grinning facade.
Gutted.
Holding a single flame.

How long before the walls decay
And the flame is extinguished?
CyRhen Sohngs
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CyRhen Sohngs  29/F/Alton
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