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Comatose
She arose from the ashes
Skin grey and voice lost amongst the wind
Dirty bare feet and singed eye lashes
Nothing to protect her tears or charred heart
She reached out to you through yesterdays smoke
Pleading, needing, feeding on the fires of your heart
But you turned and left her there in the remains to choke
How slowly we arrive, how hastily we do bitterly depart
She had to reach inside and suffocate her hatred, her sadness
Long enough to grasp the strength that lay in comatose
When the fires of passion blazed she was inspired
But shortly after she saw a blackened spirit, too close
She seized the love, of herself
And awoke in the debris of a severed hope
Now she walks alone, into a burning sunset
Trying to find her path emerged in the kaleidoscope
Of life
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