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My bowl of ashes

You let me into your home
Allowed me to sleep quietly
On your cold hard floor
It mirrors your image
Sleek, but empty you live
While everynight I sleep
Out on your floor mat
Shaking firecly and awaiting you
Brilliant scratches cover my face
From your cats pushing me away

But still I wait for you
I'd wait until I have taken my last breath
Just to be held for one more night
It's all I'll ever ask from you
I still remember your freezing touch on a hot afternoon

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On Friday October 24th, 2008, estherbell (106) writes:

*goosebumps*

On Friday October 24th, 2008, carlosjackal (1726) writes:

Stunning and bizarrely beautifully :)

On Wednesday November 3rd, 2004, purr_verse (1427) writes:

dammit - i like the same line. >:) Must be great! I also like the paradox of the closing, and the image it portrays. Fine write. :)

On Tuesday October 5th, 2004, Zhee (638) writes:

i loved the line wonderland highlighted.. wonderful work.

On Monday October 4th, 2004, evolve (2261) writes:

"Brilliant scratches cover my face from your cats pushing me away"...I love that line...inventive write, lovely.

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