shooting flames throw some light dark secrets from past tumble out - fond memories take a flight diaries hidden In book covers speak a different language than warmth of fireplace I freeze - a chill hovers neither a pull, nor a hook my once cherished inglenook
I’m still mulling over these lines… I feel like there is more than one way to understand this imagery.
Sincerely,
David
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There is more than one way, for sure. Thank you, Ben!
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Truly lovely.
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Thank you so much!
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sign language
gyspy queens
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