My fire is breaking into a run for no reason.
My spirit is a glowing ember lost among ash.
My pain is the faint mummer of sound in a crowd.
My heart is the wind blowing through and over me.
Your fire is the faint scent of smoke in winter
Your spirit is just a creaking floor board
Your pain is a blank face with empty eyes
Your heart is no longer my concern.
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 12:35 AM UTC
My fire is breaking into a run for no reason.
My spirit is a glowing ember lost among ash.
My pain is the faint mummer of sound in a crowd.
My heart is the wind blowing through and over me.
Your fire is the faint scent of smoke in winter
Your spirit is just a creaking floor board
Your pain is a blank face with empty eyes
Your heart is no longer my concern.
A class exercise that I want to experiment with.
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