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Monday, November 23, 2015
Ash
You poke the ashes hoping for some heat
Your eyes fixate on the gray
But there is no red
Consuming cold
These coals have long been dead
There's nothing here b
ut the corpse of a fire
But I'll smile for you
If that will keep you warm
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