Made of Paper
I am made of paper.
Plain and simple, cool to touch.
I lack fire inside.
Give me your flame, to heat my chilled heart
I light ablaze. A magnificent sight
Burning bright.
burning out.
charred skin.
suffocating ash
of what remains.
give one last sigh.
leave your footprints
on what's left of me.
For I am nothing
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