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Cold Flint Makes Fire
smiles so rare for her
not a welcoming face
fear in pale grey eyes
of warmth not a trace
appearances can fool
no semblance of fire
that beneath the skin
makes the mask a liar
stumbled into tinder
my chimney smoking
horned into bonfires
deception is stoking
inner magma outed
slow magnetic glow
mechanic love only
imagination can sow
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Tuesday 29th December 2020 10:36 am
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