Fire in the Mortal Urn

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Few see
Many don’t
The vain yearning

Dark borders
Squeeze close
Gloom is gaining

Crushed
Bruised
Yet it glows

It Shines
What is me
One within knows

The fire
My gift
Keeps glowing

Dimly first
Brighter next
Keeps growing

No reason
No need
Just to burn

Living
Celebrating light
Inside the mortal urn

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