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Aug 2017
Pain faced in torrid ignition, burned white
and

Here you are again
peeling back the coy, ablaze

all blackened red, between
dead and gone and me

beneath skin and sheets
and you want me

in your bile and liquid
licked up

leaving what is left
to set on fire

knowing
I can never love you

but only taste you
dripping off your fingers

gaped open
and

blistered over, ablaze
in you
temp a fire with fuel
TM
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