Here I wait
Illusions come
and try to whisk me away
I have to tell them
that they are
not real
A little madness
scratches away in
my insides
It lets them stay
for a while
And then blows them off
Poof!
A potent flame dies in a wisp
Its soul is white
and settles as black
powdery soot to
whatever comes its way
Here I wait…
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