The Flame That Burned Itself Out
A Five-Act Play
When first you came
Into my life
A burning desire
Yearned to be quenched
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I felt your flame
Love cut like a knife
I bathed in your shower
Until my soul was drenched
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I lost all shame
Naked and afraid
I mislaid my power
From me it was wrenched
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When first you came
To destroy my soul
You took my heart
And swallowed it whole
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The light went out
Dust on the floor
You tore me apart
I was no more
About the Creator
Adam Evanson
I Am...whatever you make of me.
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