[ a poem by Julsijuls ] He wears a black cloak and an orange crown on his blond hair— he is in flames but he does not burn. For ice flows in him in his veins, in his heart he is aflame yet he is cold for he is dead yet he doesn't burn. Image from https://pin.it/66nJT2a #ProseAndPoetry
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I like your choice of words and the concept :) great poem