There Was a Heat to It


There was a heat to It--
A burn ofired flame.
T flesh consumed within
And once someone that calle desire,
Ever it consumed the Sin.

Hold the heart close in wretched hand--
shallow prayer, a stop.
Close in t fashions of emotion
circle engulfed in flesh of self
Wall's built, Never at an End.

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