Darkness began burning in the heat of human experience.
The weight of emptiness, pulling with tectonic force,
Is combustible in the cramped quarters of a trampled heart.
Like a stoic tree severed from its base and torn from its roots,
The soul splinters into kindling like pine needles falling on the ground
And fire forces the life out of the scattering memories and up into the cold air.
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