dark stayed warm

the mountain kept a red
it never named

iron singing
long before language

history called it ore

the stone
held red as time
always more

breath
took it as thirst

flame
answered last

dark stayed warm

moving
without flame

through stone
into bone

a hum down the spine
waiting

before stone
before bone
there was weight

before shape
there was
red

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What Fear Whispered Before

Another night, later.

still close enough

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One Step Is Enough

The Sun Said Hop

She Arrives in the Pause

Not All Love Is Meant To Be Found.

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