Late in the night,
Lays awake an empty soul.
Seeking rest and finding none.
No cold can blaze off her fire,
No fire can burn her cold blooded wire....
Beneath the roof and far inside lay an empty soul..
No joy can tear off her sorrow,
She has no money and neither did she borrow.....
She's awake when the world is silent and cold,
Deep in the ice lay an empty soul.......
Broken chair and injured hand,
She did not have any friend...
She stays silent behind the cafe door,
Deep in the wound lay an empty soul........
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The Flickered Flames
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