Tag: inkandfire
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Fire At The Table
We bring the fire to the table,Warm hands and hungry hearts,A little smoke, a little sizzle —Where every meal becomes an art! Let sparks rise with the laughter,Let bold flavours fill the air,For fire is more than heat —It is the warmth we choose to share!
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Crowned In Fire
Steel in my spine, I don’t bend — I refine,You played with my trust, now I sharpen the line.No tears for the snakes, no grace for the slick,You wanted me soft — now you are feeling the kick! I bloom in the fire, I bite when I must,Turn wounds into weapons, turn betrayal to dust.Call…
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Sharpened, Not Broken
I don’t forget. I don’t fold. You thought silence meant weakness —it meant I was watching. Learning. Waiting. You crossed the line.Now you get to see what I become because of it. I don’t break.I sharpen. This isn’t revenge —this is evolution.
The Queen Of Poetry 