The fires dwindle
The fuel that had fed them running low
And other sources of warmth and life beckon
Calling for them to huddle around
Who had before focused on the limber red tongues
Not whispering but not speaking loudly
Saying secrets yet long known
Don't forget: I'll be transferring fully over to Elliott RWI after the end of the year! Please follow me there!
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