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A Silhouette in Time
On cold winter nights like these
When silhouetted flames of orange and red
flicker and sway upon the walls
of a darkened room
The past can find its way back
Seeping out of cracks, long-since filled
Through floorboards, long-since replaced
Soft and hushed,
ingrained in the periphery
The flames luring memories from shadows
to join in perfect ambience
...
Tuesday 15th December 2020 5:28 pm
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