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March 31, 2010
Striking the match that made my heart glow
You unearthed the key to my stoic code

Fires are infectious but not condemning
The source's menopause
Can push the blaze to other lands

The radiant afterglow
Brought sad doves
That sat and knitted
Muttering the obvious

Their departure was marked
With silent footprints
On the barks and verse

A ghost of love
Mounted the saddest horse
Carrying the last nails
Of my suffocating hearse

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