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603 · Nov 2016
Brighter
StillCrying322 Nov 2016
flames flickered


growing tired and yielding little warmth


longing to remember


for whom or what


they burned



You saw each spark,


not with the pity of lost causes


not as the hopeless case on which


energy should not be

wasted



you rose and twirled in a timeless dance


arms spread and lungs expelling the deepest breath


they'd ever known



And fanned the flames

— The End —