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Heating The Cells

The heating of layers of the soul
Is so precious for the upkeep of life;
Scorching the cells, we define
A real-time tragedy too scorching.

We are cold and dismayed with me,
Burning boats of dreams are with us,
Little do they rest with mightiness,
And less is the empowerment of you.

My uttermost has been served,
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Monday, May 11, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: quatrain,soul
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