Friday, April 8, 2016


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You say it takes courage
 to stare at the source,
 to know its face this intimately,
 to dissolve and die,
 each day a little,
 until the only thing left
is the black essence
of light.
You say they are pretty,
almost divine.
But they hide a dirty secret.
They are cold blooded.
They can never get warm enough.
They devour the light
and turn it into something
and dark.

GloPoWriMo Day 8

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