Flame Read Count : 31
Category : Poems
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Maybe I was made of glass,
I broke easily in the hands of lies.
Maybe I was a flame once,
I try to ignite myself but the wind blows strong
And my feet are not stable on this earth...
With earthquakes and dead souls around.
My skin is just a black blanket
That covers the wounds that I always hide.
I come from past century because I like
Deserted places, once full of people beloved.