Cinders Of Ash
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Cinders of ash
Dormant memories
Dormant emotions
Sudden
In the dream flare up
Almost consuming themselves
But more my stress
Surrounded by dark fat oaks
In the limbo of the woods
We meet when we grow
And
Our verses no longer childish are
But
Glue to the soul like a contagious illness.
And then our eyes weep and our heart then pains.
The crowds of conscience shall be turbulent.
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