Effigy

This campfire is an effigy
of the man I was before your heart
began to beat like pulsing flames,
and drew from me the soot and dark.

All the things they say will go away,
I throw them to the fire and pray
the trade is fair, and the tales are true;
that life will never be the same with you.

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