As our hands link,
My pain and fear discipates.
But, what is this touch,
as her hand drifts from my own.
The coldness of my heart rises,
The once caged pain breaks ensnarement.
Her image fading into the abyss.
My vessel combusts into black flames,
And my ashes fly.
-R
Wolfe the Infamous One Community Member 
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