From "Blood Poems for the Death Penguin" by Zeylan

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Rasped fire
Affecting flame
Envelope me
leave no trace.

Little one
Delicate
Free
Whisper of youth
Run to me
embrace the dying sun
And subside.

Illusion
dissolved by a teardrop
like ripples in a lake of wine.
She turns away
and the silence whispers goodbye.


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