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burning dreams

fueled

by the memory

of

your sweet fire

ash and soot

cinders and smoke

little is left for me to mine

my heart is now but a sore stone

you unknowingly carry around

in your tight palm

so fisted up

if you should drop it anywhere

soon

I think I should be damaged

beyond recognition or there of

but don't let that stop you

upon the path you are

meant to take

I may shatter at some point

certainly

but at my core

I know

I am unbreakable

(written July 23, 2007 412am)