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Cold Flint Makes Fire

smiles so rare for her

not a welcoming face

fear in pale grey eyes

of warmth not a trace

 

appearances can fool

no semblance of fire

that beneath the skin

makes the mask a liar

 

stumbled into tinder

my chimney smoking

horned into bonfires

deception is stoking

 

inner magma outed

slow magnetic glow

mechanic love only

imagination can sow

 

holocaust of ideals

blind passion reigns

no fire escaping the

lust delusion feigns

 

dropped like coals

icy front exhumed

love lingers charred

cold flint resumed

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◄ Haunted

I Saw The End From The Start ►

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