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Sweating in cold water
the temperance of idolatry
may spring in oblivious
splendor.
Leaving this body numb...

Fires rage while cinders
slowly succumb to my
embodiment and burn
my flesh like a candle.
Farewell my kindred sorrow
the age of winter is long
behind us.



by nocturnus
posted on 07/02/2017

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Tags: numb, cinders
Comments: 3

Comment by deadiam: Aug 13, 2017 8:44 pm
loved it
Comment by Psychobabbled: Jul 11, 2017 5:38 am
Enjoyed every word
Comment by prettyspl: Jul 3, 2017 6:06 pm
You never disappoint ...

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