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Title: I cant write for -
Post by: Becky10 on February 04, 2011, 01:10:47 AM
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       I held a fire in my hand
How brightly it would burn
How nimble flames did dance
Such inner glow it could bring
Soft and warm within my skin
       I held a fire in my hand
And watched it hiss and moan
As my white hand clasped it so
As it fought against false night
As silken light did dim
       I held a fire in my hand
Like inexperienced Hestia was I
To see no love in feverish gleam
In the unscathed flesh of me
Tender ash did gently go 
       I held a fire in my hand
Lily palms stained black in white
Mark my sin of that not tended
In mild hearth, in my heart
       I held that fire in my hand