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Jun 2015
the way her hair
-unknowingly-
drops down and
sets foot into the outer glow
of a cosmic furnace's
last blast
lit up
as a massive fire body
moves through it
in the distance of distances

i catch all of this
as she texts whatever

i say nothing
of course

tendrils carem deathlight blur
molten beginnings begun

it
almost
makes me
want to
be someone

again
mike dm
Written by
mike dm  NY
(NY)   
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