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Rasped fire
Affecting flame
Envelope me
leave no trace.

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Would that a man be less of the stars, than light
For mine eyes are not blind to the beauty
    of darkness.
Darkness, sickly sweet
    With skin like the sea
    and Eyes like yellow wine; would that I dance
of your touch
Blank stare into internal skies
Skies of hope and prosperity,
that they should clash in a glitter of despair
And to be lost? With smoke and dreams,
so do I vanish.

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The hunt
Poised
A destined inclination
withering mesh
    brought into an array
bound by
Ecstasy.
With a tumultuous rising
venturing into the light
and then into a warm
darkness
Bonded only
    by motion
    friction bound
        by virtue
    Virtue
Restrained only until the touch of a sigh
And then surrendered.

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