so we
exterior of flames
above
our previous
existence
a penumbra of murmurs
scarlet with tears
it was we
tearing down
our lives
understanding
no longer
within our reach
summer's dust
upon what love
left
and after the rain
nothing
would grow again
exterior of flames
above
our previous
existence
a penumbra of murmurs
scarlet with tears
it was we
tearing down
our lives
understanding
no longer
within our reach
summer's dust
upon what love
left
and after the rain
nothing
would grow again
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