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Torches Rage
The past is but a distant flame,
with reasons there disowned
Where fire burns in effigy,
to singe that falsely known
The ages but a candle dim,
its wick burned to the quick
As torches rage from deep within
-all time a kindling stick
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
with reasons there disowned
Where fire burns in effigy,
to singe that falsely known
The ages but a candle dim,
its wick burned to the quick
As torches rage from deep within
-all time a kindling stick
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
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Torches Rage
Torches Rage
