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CANVAS OF FLAMES
I burn these roses,
where Alison sleeps.
Breath in the ashes,
and wait for her song.
Blue flame medium.
The canvas remains.
Captured a moment,
when she loved me back.
Blessed is her wisdom,
of taming the beast.
Framed in the chaos,
yet solemn with grace.
The scripture riddled.
Divine parable.
This veiled recompense,
from a time that she loved me.
where Alison sleeps.
Breath in the ashes,
and wait for her song.
Blue flame medium.
The canvas remains.
Captured a moment,
when she loved me back.
Blessed is her wisdom,
of taming the beast.
Framed in the chaos,
yet solemn with grace.
The scripture riddled.
Divine parable.
This veiled recompense,
from a time that she loved me.
Published 8th Mar 2013
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