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... and don't be surprised that i burn other fuels

listen, its like this:

 

say you live in a cold house

you have a fireplace

when the closeness of the air

starts to crystallize your capillaries

you can go out in the yard

fetch some firewood

and providing you have sulfur flint or friction

burn the fuel for warmth

 

 

whenever you may feel

that to ward off slowing blood

you'd like to light a fire

then the fireplaces remains

an outlet for your blaze

 

and i will be the fuel

when i am plentiful

 

 

 

 

but here you are kneeling

twisting match heads by the wood

contemplating flame

when you turn to the pine and complain

how come you never get cold?

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Jan 18, 2012
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