images grown old.
The site of spirit glowing bright and bold.
Flames licking at the window panes.
Chaos comes. It's all insane.
I pour a glass of wine to bring relief.
The empathy they claim is just a thief.
Moltenly, I cry myself to sleep...
? Michaelette ?
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