Through my eyes, black as coal
Charred pools swirl, the color spins
A burning heart, a fine line
Near me, fear me
Consumed by blackfire
Sacrifice made, turned down the flame
The less you see in me
The less I see in you
I lower
My charcoal eyes
Christina Schmidt, MA
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I gave up YouTube for Lent and I found me another means of getting my artistic expression fix. This means a great deal to me.
Thank you, Christina
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Bravo
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