What I need is a good bonfire
To set aflame the pagan writings of my past.
The books I've read, the journals I've kept,
...to see them all turn to ash.
I yearn to burn the ties that bound me,
To melt the plastic statues that haunt my dreams.
Seven years of isolation and darkness.
My soul set free with a spark.
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