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Flames
A burnt child loves the flame
Scarred with ugliness, such a shame
But within the fire stayed
Where the little hands lingered and played
The eye shift with the swift moves
Feeling the marred skin and its grooves
An anger that rises within
A hidden secret, a perfect sin
The mother did warn so vigorously
Keeping up the hate perpetually
The child doesn't listen nor care
Knowing fate and that it's so unfair
Burning, flourishing in waking heat
Whom fall to cold eyes in feverish defeat
poem
by
Chyna Parker
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