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catefrances

the flames they burn so brightly
to singe a heart's desire
thought to have found one to be
seems twas not so
whispers inside get louder
trying to reclaim their host
a keen attempt to be kept at bay by resolve alone
too tired to quash them wholely
so still they come
haunting every step, her every waking hour
it matters not how diligent she is
the venomous sting returns again and again
so many times, one too many times, all the time
she can not be rid of it
is there some salve she knows not of
that will get her to where she wants to be
to quieten a festering heart
she doubts this greatly and turns her back
on all she thinks and all she feels is just poison to her mind.