That Flame

June 7, 2010
By iamjennaa BRONZE, Great Neck, New York
iamjennaa BRONZE, Great Neck, New York
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One glimpse, one word
And an old memory is heard
Once more the flame returns
So painful that it burns
To hear even just one word

Your voice says one word
Reminding me what occurred
That flame was the death of me
So now I easily foresee
A repeat with three simple words


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