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Originally Posted by Sultana
My heart was once a Great Hall
Lit by your thousand blazing candles...
But now I creep, clutching my guttering light
through a dim, grey suggestion of what once was...
And so I make my slow, sad way to the fixtures
igniting what I have the heart to burn...
But I fear my heart will never again blaze,
and all I have to remember you by
are ashes.
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The imagery is touching. I like it.