The fire faded burning placid faces in my mind.
Images of certainty, serenity, abound.
Stories told with chairs gone cold.
Unfold the life we've found.
Take your time.
Allow a rhyme.
A rhythm to define.
The year was gone, but never will it leave.
I'm here, it still is.
Silky flames relieve.
Give it back.
Tack it on.
A good luck tailored charm.
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