CremationA Poem by IndaCremation
An open flame -no chance of fame. too seldom seen in too many scenes. One in five take a dive into hate. No notice until the red fills the pool or the bed -seals their fate. All that you wanted All that you needed All that you felt In open flame- it melts. © 2013 Inda |
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Added on January 17, 2013 Last Updated on January 17, 2013 |

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