Then the words were said.
The warmth was inside.
After, feelings became.
The heat was blazing.
Now the words are lost.
The fire is out.
Walking through the forest of wants.
Many old faces with new faces.
The path long and tiring.
Echos of words long gone words.
Can barely walk now.
Losing sight now.
THe weight of the everything heavier.
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