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Crouched in a circle of firelight
she craves to feel secure,
as winds animate the worst
dancing shadows for nightmares
She wishes for fanciful, fantasy
But where she endures open tonight
oh, darkness can claim the pure
and cold makes her fingers hurt
fending off midnight’s scare
She prays for warmth, whimsy
Watching fragments of glowing light
beckon her with dancing lure,
give up living this awful curse
cowering here, no one cares
Survive the night, fortuity
Instead,
Unfold the spirit's eternal sight
beyond this, your fiery moor,
with truth to hold in glittery purse,
exchanged for what remains to share
Surrender this soul, vitality
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