Yet another on the spot poem. And yet again, you can piss off, regardless of race, religion, gender or age.
The Light
It burns inside
The light I hide
Fighting the dark
And cold of my heart
My soul is scorn
It is deeply burned
My heart matching,
Cold, broken, cracking
This light burns,
It burns to cleanse,
To thaw my heart
And patch my soul
This light cries
It cries to heal,
Like pheonix tears
Being wept so sweetly...
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