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Jun 11, 2008
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Final Fire
I feel my soul shredding
as I delete
my own electronic words
like burning
page upon page
of this dusty worn out
tome
so much
information about
you
kneeling by the hearth
feeding the fire
I would
watch the corners
curl
at the edges
browning into
black ash
as all things
that come
fade away
in the dying
light of day
blistering
of tender finger tips
that have touched
something
too hot to hold
— Candlewitch, Jun 11, 2008
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Critiques
purplemoondoll
18 years ago
Too hot to hold.That last
Candlewitch
18 years ago
Hi Kaz
weirdelf
18 years ago
I really enjoyed this
Candlewitch
18 years ago
Hi Jess
Candlewitch
18 years ago
:)
poewriter58
18 years ago
cat
Candlewitch
18 years ago
Hi Chrystalie!
RSScheerer
18 years ago
Hi, Cat
Candlewitch
18 years ago
Ronda
rider68
18 years ago
Hi Cat
Candlewitch
18 years ago
Thanks, Peter
Janice Pearce
18 years ago
Cat
Candlewitch
18 years ago
Janice
professor
18 years ago
But remembrance of the heat
Candlewitch
18 years ago
Hey Professor
themoonman
18 years ago
The Fire Within...
Candlewitch
18 years ago
Hi Richard
infinite_dwarf
18 years ago
Kitty Cat
rider68
18 years ago
Tome?
Candlewitch
18 years ago
:)
Candlewitch
18 years ago
Hi Jess K. :)
infinite_dwarf
18 years ago
Well laddi-da!!
Candlewitch
18 years ago
Wow
Catalina
18 years ago
the title made the whole
Candlewitch
18 years ago
Hello Catalina,
Marius Surleac
18 years ago
sweet poem...
Candlewitch
18 years ago
Hi Marius
DarkinAZ
18 years ago
Hey, Cat
Candlewitch
18 years ago
Thanks
Rett
17 years 12 months ago
Cat
Candlewitch
17 years 11 months ago
LOL- a tome to a gnome!
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