So

Oct 22, 2014 00:09

I can smell you in burnt matches,
I can taste you in the flame.
Even though time lost your name.

Memory shard;
Dream starred,
Ember of the mind-wind's whim.

Space and time,
Ghosts of rhyme,
But ever of the flame.

K.

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