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WILD CINDER
my love smells like,
wild cinder that you forget,
from the years descends.
The grief, the memory of its loss,
leaving stains upon the barren plots,
It does decay within,
clamour in joy for mere nothin'
solid fragrance risen from the earth,
buried gently with its last breath.
© Shefali_neeshe
wild cinder that you forget,
from the years descends.
The grief, the memory of its loss,
leaving stains upon the barren plots,
It does decay within,
clamour in joy for mere nothin'
solid fragrance risen from the earth,
buried gently with its last breath.
© Shefali_neeshe
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