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A sonnet for creative writing
The flames of the fire flicker
spewing light upon his face
as he awaits departure
from this crude and awful place
i can see it in his eyes
the contempt for everything
the hate of the darkening skies
and every feeling that memories bring
i feel it when i touch his hand
the cold of his pale skin
i remember writing names in the sand
that were washed away when the tide came in
and as he walks away from me
i know that our love will never be
