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Erstwhile flame, glittering grand.held so clear in the palm of my hand.
sparkling there voraciously.
sweeping forth so gracefully.
a fleeting breath
stirs the flame
the blazing death
of a memories bane.
a single tear
it turns to wax.
as year by year
we doth forget.
over time
our hearts go cold.
we cease to try
our bodies grow old.
we wish away
on a pernicious night,
shades of gray
crest into flight.
hear the wind
then heed its call.
run away
then see them fall.
thus ends the night
it fadeth away.
for in my hand
i hold the day.erstwhile flame
so heated and stark,
will fade and wake
the dreamers from the dark.
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