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More words from my journal.

“Black Rose”

I opened.
A rose caught fire in my own hands.

Smoke is filling the room,
till I could not see.

Feeling like the moth to the flame,
I opened.

“Desert Shadow”

Something followed me,
out from the sky

Sometimes I see her.
I try to remember.

I can’t remember.
The wind has shifted

Now, the smoke is rising.
Why didn’t you see me?

A shadow pulls.
Why didn’t you stop me?