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Dec 2013
You sit beside your furnace frozen
Stoking the fire as it slowly burns out
You don't see that the ashes glow more glorious beneath
More bright is their light than the flames before
So you stoke

Your body is colder than it once was
A frostbite burn now is a soothing warmth
Yet you still seek the fires for the heat they once gave
But it's here within me still from your touches before
Yet still, you stoke
Alice Burns
Written by
Alice Burns  Sweden
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