cremation

There was a young girl who lived in her head
She woke up to find all her dearest thoughts dead
She burned them in pyres, for hours and hours,
And she lies there still smoking in bed!

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premji premji
creative pain of a true poet!
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Writer
Cute ;)
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a_start
Thanks for the comments. Pyres rhymes with hours. Who knew? ;)
 
Mark L. Berryann
It's frustrating and saddening to watch people hurt themselves. There's love in this hidden in frustration.
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Susan Jarvis
Innovative, quirky, ambiguous, deliciously dark fun...and I love the limerick form. :)
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