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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


holocaust of ideals

blind passion reigns

no fire escaping the

lust delusion feigns


dropped like coals

icy front exhumed

love lingers charred

cold flint resumed

cold flintfirelusttinderbonfiresmagmaholocaustcoalsfacade

◄ Haunted

I Saw The End From The Start ►


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