Ashes
Mood:  sharp
Topic: Poetry
She was air, I fire
Breathless I sought
One more gasp
Open arms,
She kissed me
Warm

Consummated

In a minute consumed
I was ashes, she wind
Blew me away still burning
in bits, pieces, scraps,
bitter



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