Ember spark
Born from ruin
Bad fire came
Left me stewing
Smoke in lungs
Night in bone
That old blaze
Took my home
Still one glow
Won’t let go
Tiny red
Under the woe
I rise slow
Scarred and grim
Carrying ash
That came from him
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Some relationships burn you down and it appears that this one did just that. Well written
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