Ashes

What's left to do when all the peices lay shattered, broken on the floor. The flames engulf and surround my soul. My bodys shaking, bending, tearing till I'm broke. All I ask of you is if there's any beauty left in my ashes...What else can I say, all my hopes are shot down and I've lost my voice shouting for my dreams to rise, from the ashes. Is there any beauty left.

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