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ICHOR
Await the ringing of the bell
Depress the smile, strength to quell
A grimace fallen past nadir
True to him as love was dear
Although frost would seem too frail
As ensorcelled flame would prevail
Scalding spite to ease the cold
As my ichor now runs black as coal
Published 28th Oct 2016
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28th Oct 2016 3:05pm
Anonymous
28th Oct 2016 8:12pm
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31st Oct 2016 6:48am
I am inexpirienced with this style of poetry, but is was enjoyable just the same, maybe a learning expirience in my future....
2nd Jun 2017 8:01pm
