A QUORUM OF QUINZANES
She opens her aching heart
Does it still bear scars?
Will they heal?
The light is still on inside
Is it occupied?
Is he there?
He speaks with a quiet voice
Will she hear his words?
Will she smile?
The match flared with a blue flame
Was the tinder dry?
Will it burn?
The fire in her heart was strong.
Is it still burning?
Is it quenched?
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