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Firey Discontent
Your heart erupted from the sun's ashes,
The sky turned bloody red,
Flames curled around your wrists,
Symboling your discontent,
All warmth leaves your eyes,
But the fire around you smolders,
To a blistering heat,
Your smoke pulls in lost wanderers,
Looking for some warmth and food,
Drawn by your glowing attire,
And burnt to crisp by your glowering rage.
The sky turned bloody red,
Flames curled around your wrists,
Symboling your discontent,
All warmth leaves your eyes,
But the fire around you smolders,
To a blistering heat,
Your smoke pulls in lost wanderers,
Looking for some warmth and food,
Drawn by your glowing attire,
And burnt to crisp by your glowering rage.
Published 21st Nov 2012
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