Behold my soul of blackened coal
So flecked with fading sparks;
a shadow, lost in the ember’s fade
disguised, the fatal marks.
Bereft of any meaning, and
of any acted course;
no worldly fuel could ever hope
t’ incinerate remorse.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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