Embers

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Vile tongue ,
thorned fingers,
Destruction
Of all I cherish.
   
Poisoned heart,
Tar-like thoughts,
Dripping stains,
While burning bridges.

Losing myself-
This cracked spirit.
A blessing for them,
I'm smoldering out.
   

     

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