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Self-Immolation


I burn all who touch me

The hands that reach for me,

Recoil, charred flesh

Smoking from the corona

Surrounding me.

I am a pyre,

burning into the night,

a mark of mourning

for the one who was once there.

 
 
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<p>wow</p><p>poetry is powerful with even few words</p>

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