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8:09 p.m.

his fire wraps me in warm new flames

I gasp for air

The day begs for length. Oh, god, why not?

Pray tell, this intense madness won’t drive him away.

Taking his sanity and art with him

 

A man worth the time, fancy that.

A feeling not worth controlling, imagine this:

Minds smashing sparks alight

Hair always wet or drying

Cheeks hot with anticipation

Eyes wide

Souls listening to the earth’s pulse

Novel nonsense lightening the lead of

truth

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Feb 9, 2010
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