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Coals

He was bound for a small town in Virginia.

The pain of losing him is like an ongoing fire in my mind.

Not a wild fire, just subtle in a fireplace ignited by grief.

The thought of him is the touch of the fire, sharp and painful.

I cry as a fire extinguisher, and slowly the burning sensation subsides.

Crying cannot seize the fire,

It can only continue to burn peacefully, deep into my soul.





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