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A fire wakes beneath the icy rocks of home
the home they all have tried to flee;
in search
in pain
and now
in flames
their journeys end
these voices all are made of me.
A myriad of thorns cascading down the throat
of all of those who tried to be;
the kings
the beggars
tonight their nightmares come to sleep
when no good lives are left to lead.
A game of hearts, have they not noticed?
every move is check.
I split my soul and turn to see;
an aging wish
a burning hope,
tonight the fire claims the sea...
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