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Jan 2018
I was born with thick skin
and a heartbeat.

My mother read bedtime stories
that scared away the monsters
below

The rain fell heaviest
on the one who held the umbrella
above
all the while a drizzle melted my skin.

My face grew small,
and my hair smoldered.

And the funniest thing was that
they concerned themselves with
keeping
the fire fed.
The Ember Lion
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The Ember Lion
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