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Days upon years
Fall onto deaf ears.
Hallowed echoes
Chambered here
In the way of the sun.
The heat builds
As it reflects;
Like a fire inside me.
I pray for the spark,
The one and only thing
With the power to ignite us free.
A flame appears;
I admire the blaze
Rising up to burn
The scroll of days.
One more hour
Of being afraid.
Then I can sleep.
Sing in your ear,
Ease the defeat.
Wonder aloud,
Fill the need,
Listen to the echoes
Coming back for me.
Ask you to stay,
Take it right back.
Resign to my chamber;
Empty,
Black.
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Erin Kelly
What I lack in knowledge I make up for in passion. You'll find personal research projects in the arts and sciences here. Perhaps summaries of historical oddities, short pieces of fiction, or poetry. I know no niche.
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