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Jan 2016
dear apollo,

i cannot keep you. there is no one else. you were born from fire and ash. your bones pulled from the cool earth and set aflame. the tides formed your irises.
the sun spills in through the window. the glow of morning falls upon your face. i trace the freckles on your shoulder. your eyes flutter to welcome a new day. you say goodbye with a smile and i know this is the last time.
a wildfire
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a wildfire
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