In the dim, I fumble for a spark
A fleck, a flame
But there is no light as luminous
Not here
Fondly, I relive the glower of orange
The flash of gorgeous, burning whites
The balminess as I am against it
If only you could see my smile in the dull of this haze
As I warm myself with these thoughts
Distant is your bellicose light
The light I left burning
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 7:21 PM UTC
In the dim, I fumble for a spark
A fleck, a flame
But there is no light as luminous
Not here
Fondly, I relive the glower of orange
The flash of gorgeous, burning whites
The balminess as I am against it
If only you could see my smile in the dull of this haze
As I warm myself with these thoughts
Distant is your bellicose light
The light I left burning
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