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You sat there on the pile of wood,
Smeared in vermillion,
As if waiting to be carried over the threshold
Like a newlywed bride,
While hungry flames
Licked at your butter smeared limbs.

In that misty winter morning,
Walking on the dew covered grounds,
I saw you again
Through the mist and fire,
Stretched across the sky
Like a silent cry.

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