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An ember floating past a burning fire,
was she.
Sky’s dark, twisting into the nether,
was she.

Can’t hear for all your dreaming,
can’t see, for all your screaming.
The sky’s dark.
You are my ember.
Floated on,
won’t remember,
curled and gone,
best forgotten.

 

© Haela Seeny 2012

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