this flame dies. the spirit weakens.
armoring self with ingrown numbness.
no one to be blamed; frozen am i now.
rekindling self feels hard, so is to love.
i find no message from far, to keep me up.
and those caresses were only in my dreams.
the passion, the fondness and yearning begone.
thus this flame grows frail and dies.
armoring self with ingrown numbness.
no one to be blamed; frozen am i now.
rekindling self feels hard, so is to love.
i find no message from far, to keep me up.
and those caresses were only in my dreams.
the passion, the fondness and yearning begone.
thus this flame grows frail and dies.
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