Her FireA Poem by KringefestHer smile is seared into my memory, as if her mouth were a branding iron...Flames ignite her eyes. She dances, shrouded in ash, Bashfully, coyly.
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2 Reviews Added on August 30, 2014 Last Updated on August 30, 2014 AuthorKringefestAboutWhy do we credit fantasy when the realism here gives us the beauty and interest we could ever wish to see? Ergo, fantasy is not my top genre. I like realistic fiction, however, but it may go overboard.. more.. |

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