Aloof

She stands alone

Aloof

Distant

The bonfire

Smoldering

In her soul

Shrouded

With fragility

Undiscovered

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Well Preserved

Beauty

Well preserved

For all eternity

To never know

Vulnerability

To never know

Life

Frozen

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Cyclone

I'm a cyclone

With no clear

Destination

Head and feet

Set on high velocity

Continuation

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In A Muddle

I'm lost

In these thoughts

Of hearth and home

Fears I've fought

Bloody battles

In my dome

A sea of white

And heaping piles

Of light

Ramble in

Confusion

Maximum

Air flow

Distribution

Ideas

Not yet written

In stone

Or carved in bone

Changes ever moving

From door to sliding door

Minimal is the key

(In my view)

To lasting beauty

But it might not be

For you

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Tempering

I'm going through

An artistic tempering

I'm out of sorts

Quite disconcerting

If I fail, fail, falling

To my demise

It's no surprise

Maybe tomorrow

I shall reprise

My calling

Don't mind me

I'm only

Preposterously

Posturing

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Etched On Glass

Separated by glass

Cleansed of the memories before

Today

I am etched on its smooth surface

Catching silent tears

Before falling to the floor

I watched as he strolled away

Towards a life of plenty

Today

The distance widens

There is no way

He could stay

He turned to me one last time

A final goodbye

Today

I blew him a kiss

He caught with a flick of his wrist

And together they traveled, high

While I

Stand below

Today

Fingerprint impressions

Etched in hushed sorrow

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Burnt

Parched cracked lips

Too sore to fully close

Not a hint of wetness

On her dry shriveled tongue

Even her blood didn't want

To be exposed

How did I get here

In this barren wasteland?

She wondered

For the millionth time

This world of sand and sun

Take it from her

She wasn't having any fun

She lay exhausted

On the smooth glassy grains

Eyes closed

Praying for rain

While fiery rays

Pinned and needled

Her painfully

Blistered skin

Her last breath

In defeat

Oh Lord, I give in

How funny...

She thought

Her very last thought

Cafe au lait

My natural hue

But I can burn

Oh baby burn

And I never even knew

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