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Like a Cinder On the Wind
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January 2015 Like a Cinder On the Wind
My heart, is black and burnt.
It's colder, than the clay.
It rings hollow, as it crumbles....
and smoulders, with decay.
My love abused.....
like the innocence, of a child.
Lost in a world,
it doesn't understand.
Once trust is gone......
So
Is my love.
Giajl © Jim Love
