I am made of ash
form only an
undisturbed
illusion
crumbling at the
slightest touch
though I crave it
burned out for it
seek wind to
take me to it
all I want
is you to
hold me in
your hands
even if it
means there'd
be no more
of me

02/01/2008

Posted on 02/02/2008
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