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Feb 2010
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
Written by
Miranda Peterson
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