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Saturday, 28 June 2008

II. beauty is conflagration

Flower, Flower, burning bright

In the shadow of my night

The heat had beauty

Made radiant by the cold

But you burnt too hot

There is no fuel to feed

I am ashes

Posted by Daniel Sell at 18:48
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