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She lit a fire
Melting color down her spine
Falling wax releasing light
She lit a fire
Soft rouge took to her cheekbones
Her smile rose to the mountain top
Quietly yelling out in angry joy
She proclaimed her land
A settler of the exploring types
Last I saw her was in your tone
She left and found no place to go
She left and I have let her go
She lit a fire
There was no choice
All paths lead to one
Skin shattered and crumbled clay
Dripping away flying into smoke
She unveiled the cloak
She lit a fire
But where could that girl have gone?
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