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Saturday, September 10, 2005


Another Poem ^.^
Fire

The fire in your eyes,
is burned,
by the hate of ice,
becomes weaker,
water.

The fire in your eyes,
burns and burns,
has a glare,
that keeps me near you.

I must break apart,
ashes soon to come,
I turn into my own fire.

But quickly die,
To the wind the feeds me,
I have found my better place.

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