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Post by Aish on Nov 27, 2016 1:44:24 GMT -5
No matter how far I reach my fingertips do not touch you. Yearning arms undulate like flame, but you are not there -
my phoenix, you lit fire
each feather in your span released a cosmos of suns into this newfound night
and I rippled in pain as you danced away.
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Dec 9, 2016 3:05:04 GMT -5
I picture candles. We grow reliant on each other's warmth and light. We keep some close but I imagine none more so than those born of our own flame and flesh. There absences… That hollowness… must be, among other things, chilling. I wish you love and big warm bear hugs;
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