Dancing Flames
By CindyCB
Years of what she could never call livingIn this house that was not a homeEchoes of rage-filled passiongrafitto the yellowed wallsShe has taken all she needsleaving everything behindStriking the match as she walks out the doorTurning backShe whispers goodbyeand sees the flames dancing for joy. Written July 28th, 2001 © on Jul 28 2001 10:44 AM PST 0 • 10
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"Years of what she could never call livingIn this house that was not a homeEchoes of rage-filled passiongrafitto the yellowed wallsShe has taken all she needsleaving everything behindStriking the match as she walks out the doorTurning backShe whispers goodbyeand sees the flames dancing for joy...."