Sitting b-side self..
cold embers..fell..
froze in the gist..
fire slumbers
from twirls
twirling
to a whisk ..
the sleeping giant
under lighting
so silent
thick lips shift
pressing dead
skin..
soft movement
a closing
eye lid
the still vibrance is felt
even when the temp dips..
the record skips
sonance of red hues
.....unlit
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