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Harry Roberts Sep 2017
Air fills my lungs,
Though hollow they be.
Blood circles in cycles,
Sustaining the absence in me.

I had fire,
Life - I had passion.
But I stilled, what was once
Suspended fell and ended.

I hadn't initiative,
What dropped was left
Unmended.
Cracks snaking out
Before shards breaking out.

No marks on this Ivory
Though this Ivory hard to mar.

I reignite -
My Feilds of Fury:
I let the heat warp my mind,
I allow transformation,
May I transmute:
Let my blood become Gold,
My bones diamond, and my
Organs oil for all to feast.
Burn again
Let life teach you
Learn again -

A strange one cunjoured up from somewhere.

— The End —