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V.Release

Finally, finally, a sigh of release for my aching, burning heart.

My cheeks betray that satisfaction, still aching from the weight of salt.

I miss you already.  Just check on him, call him, find him, tell him it was

All one big, fat, spur-of-the-emotion joke.  All in confusion. All in disillusion.

But it wasn’t, you see, it really wasn’t – I need to be free of the

Bleeding, uncontrollable hurt.  It grips my being too much.  I lied when I said

I could do what I said, and you saw right through my disguise (not such a

Great actor, am I?).  Contradicting words were my masque, and yours was

The tears burning red in your eyes.  Exposed, the truth a fire between us as

We stood, melting, crying out for help, but we were alone, you see, in the

Underground.  You were stronger than me as I said no more and confessed that

I love you.  The flames licked high towards my head as I kissed your cheek (right

On the corner of your lips, so close) and I ran, ran away, your reaction consumed

By the smoke.

I never turned around.

You never followed me.

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And that ends this tale between a girl and a heart.  Who will emerge from the ashes?

The crusted salt hardens, yet the burning heart lingers.

I hope the phoenix will rise – alive, free, and satisfied

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