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The beauty of the end,

is coming closer,

and just before the flame,

hits my fingertips,

I let go,

and see my whole world,

go up in flames.

Walls rising,

in the red-orange mural,

of my destiny.

The flames heat brings me closer,

and draw me in.

I love the way they move,

and as I reach out my hand,

I disappear into the flames,

and take my last dance,

before I turn,

to dust.



~*~ Jill ~*~