Flicker Flame
Some fires can't be quenched
By Symbollica The'BatPublished about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read
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I see a heart-- burnt
Far beyond recognition
Carbon clump crumbles
In my hand-- charred husk,
It would appear-- were it not
Revealed by mind's eye:
There's good left inside!
The hot coals you dragged me through,
Calling me useless
This Purifying
Flicker still glowing inside--
One thing you can't take
About the Creator
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