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Almost to embers

Almost to embers

Almost to embers, we were minutes away.Minutes away from a flame extinguished,From lack of fuel, in the form of time,From lack of air, in the form of words,And lack of heat, in the form of cold, icy looks Cold touched my heart.And you blew me away,With your words.With your time.With your smile In the face of…

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The Foothills

The Foothills

The foothills are born in the shadow of the mountain knowing they’re smaller, knowing they’re easier They’ll have more frequent visitors,knowing someone will often reach their peak. Their sides have a slope, an easier climb but never reaching the heights of the mountain behind.  While the mountain is lonely. The temperature is colderbut they always know…

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