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Enveloped in the leather fireside chair perfumed by burning pine logs their hiss and rustle a haunting melody I talk to you in silence words lit by the glow of flames swaying in the rhythm of thoughts questions asked the future ahead and present at each of your words the flame of the candle moves forming shapes creating shadows explanations of expressions answers given but when I leave behind the oak desk and book lined walls I am alone once more the only question unanswered is why only there
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Feb 15, 2011
Feb 15, 2011 at 8:34 PM UTC
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Enveloped in the leather fireside chair perfumed by burning pine logs their hiss and rustle a haunting melody I talk to you in silence words lit by the glow of flames swaying in the rhythm of thoughts questions asked the future ahead and present at each of your words the flame of the candle moves forming shapes creating shadows explanations of expressions answers given but when I leave behind the oak desk and book lined walls I am alone once more the only question unanswered is why only there
© Jill Vance 2008
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Northern Irish
Feb 15, 2011
Feb 15, 2011 at 8:34 PM UTC
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