Embers
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In my darkest hour my blood runs free.
I've come to lie on the fire
I've come to stare at the sun
Where two bleed as one.
Is it time the sun arrived to burn away the numb
In the flesh denying the eyes of time.
Make me nourishment for the blazing flame.
Make me food for the sacred fire.
Tide cast aside, open mouth wide
The sea cried for me.
Dead spirit part of me
I left you by the sea.
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