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Bowl of Cinders
I sit in a bowl of cinders
the fiery ashes swirl
they tantalize yet burn me
fascinated, but unable to hold
so I sit in my bowl of cinders alone
surrounded by a beautiful portrait of pain
In the portrait I see a face
I see you
the fiery ashes swirl
they tantalize yet burn me
fascinated, but unable to hold
so I sit in my bowl of cinders alone
surrounded by a beautiful portrait of pain
In the portrait I see a face
I see you
Published 30th Nov 2017
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