Grown cold, embers paleashen husks separate
then scatter with
a breath, a touch
gently fans one
faltering flame to fervent
all-consuming fever.
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chicklegirl
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7 comments:
I like the movement and visuals presented in this piece! Vivid layering.
this is so very good... and the photo adds so much!!!
I read this yesterday and forgot to comment. DUH!
I heart it.
Ooops. I mean today.
(it does seem like yesterday)
girl that was awesome.. just perfect.....
very vivid
Nicely put.
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