Challenge
Write about death without mentioning it.
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The fire in her heart was going out.
Her sun kissed eye dulling,
her skin growing cold, soon I was the only thing holding her up; fading embers in my arms.
The fire in her heart was going out.
Her sun kissed eye dulling,
her skin growing cold, soon I was the only thing holding her up; fading embers in my arms.