Long last the coals
that warms our bodies
in the winters, cold
bitter and distaste
All worries, and comfort love
lost only a hundred to one
Destined to walk the line of fate
swarmed with the locus and
caught in the fire
streaming towards the invisible bug
the one thing holding
this all along
pushing and tugging
from the tender home
the heart that once opened
now shut and dim
cries softly, angry
within
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