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Fire rose behind your eyes
As I writhe beneath your weight
And Waters roll from torrid skies
And wake me from my sleeping state
I dream of fiery, shocking flame,
And though its sphere is warm and small
It looks just like a star at play
As it whispers with the winds of fall
Bright like fury, flickering flame
Your face is beat with beaming ray
And blackest pit, forsaken shame
Is dazzled with a starry haze
This poem is about:
Me