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- November Fallen
- With attachment to detachment
- wielding sparks at cold fingertips
- that would rather stay in pockets, looking for warmth only found in the fire
- that singes, makes the hand flinch
- retract, return to the dark and known.
- Under candlelight one can see their breath in this cave that once sheltered
- now, only bars.
- the flame flickers under its own weight and leaves no embers
- only pieces to pick up to kindle
- for next time.
- Sink in to the cave, down into caverns- deeper. darker.
- Stalactites that scrape and hang over us
- If only they weren't so poignant.
- The light is just a faint sunset
- the eyes accustom to the dark and now I can clearly see
- I am alone.
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