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Jul 2011
No song I could sing
No whispers in your ear
Could ever
Amount to the volume
Of language I want
To dance for you.

In me
You lit a fire
That burned through
The stagnate black
And sparked my desire.

I am pyre,
Burning,
An effigy
Charring
In cheers’
to love
and loving.

I am ***** ash
And floating
No more devoting
Naked flame to
This blaze
That burned
For you.

Through
Hands...
Written by
Jacqe Booth
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