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Burning man

I saw him A dream etched in flesh His eyes, an emerald glow My soul unpacked with a thresh I saw across a crystal room I saw him despite banal Unfamiliar gloom I saw his smile A lost epiphany His mouth A maddening symphony I saw him Flawed but agile passionate But fragile I heard him My burning man My heart deceived me then I saw him And there was no return A heartache Carved with a cigarette burn  

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