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Unlit Fire
The hearth is there So is the wood Fuel plenty remains If only I would
Few embers are warm Not to ashes yet A slow fire within Brings on the sweat
But all doors are bolted All windows closed The bellows abandoned To stay enclosed
Bring not a flint Anywhere there close In case by chance A hazard it does pose
Let the warmth be Light not a blaze For afraid I am Of its wild craze
Know it will rage bright Instantly to ignite But if fuel of love is Denied, it will be reviled
~Glowing Embers~
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