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with each beat of her heart
the flame burns richer
kept ablaze by him
her pilot light
warm overlay of comfort
she scales the heights of
consciousness to find where he dwells
in fractals of colour and vibrance
the pieces are drawn
incrementally together
and as she sighs
shards of dreams fall from her
to be carried away by
succulent thunderclouds
in declaration of droughts end
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*when the final curtain falls make sure you meet me backstage*
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