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Pyre

poised on the edge
of something indefinable
with rushing torrents of immutable anger
my lips are crushed elderberries
seeking to kiss your soul

sip this hellebore laced brew
my joy a sin
in the brevity of the moment
though I shall miss your whispered words

when my sacrifices is done
my anger assuaged by the damage wroth
my skin will bleed
for I will honor you in the old ways
in a dancing pyre
of smoking flesh

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