Liquid eyes mirror the dancing flames. She stares trancelike no longer thinking. 

The windows of her soul closed By the very act of seeing 

She parries against thoughts which are drifting Inexorably towards the door in her mind 

Craving to be let out, dusted off – Inspected 

She reaches out for the flame, Holding her hand closer, and closer still 

Feeling the pain Needing to make the pain in her hand bigger 

Than the pain in her heart To give her surcease 

From memories that yearn to be free Memories she knows will shackle her 

forever 

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