that is what they come seeking.
yet, when I tell
them--pretending--Boy Scouts-to-be prepared!
*for the burning,
they gulp saying ok,
but the higher heat of the
fear feted in their eyes,
them instruments
that never lies,
so I send them home,
unscathed,
and
scathed
just enough that
they’ll never ask
twice.*
I’m so easy to please.
brandychanning
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 10:47 AM UTC
that is what they come seeking.
yet, when I tell
them--pretending--Boy Scouts-to-be prepared!
*for the burning,
they gulp saying ok,
but the higher heat of the
fear feted in their eyes,
them instruments
that never lies,
so I send them home,
unscathed,
and
scathed
just enough that
they’ll never ask
twice.*
I’m so easy to please.
brandychanning
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