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Atlas
Poems
May 2019
Fire
Here I stand,
with match in hand.
Your words drip over me like gasoline.
I promise you I will be clean.
I strike the match to cleanse my soul.
You watch me burn,
your heart is cold.
#fire
#burn
#soul
#heart
#cold
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