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Apr 2018
If only I was there
to sneak in during the AM of closed windows.
and kiss the glass floors with gasoline
and glaze it with honey
and then perhaps drop my match alight.

To see your world dissolve
feel you burn, -as I did
and watch you turn to ashes at my feet. -Like you didn’t.
So I can kneel at the end
to blow your dust from my skin.

. rather than lugging round
a crisp coated burnt out heart.  - That you made
that now fears
to play with fire.
25 April
Written by
   Jessica Lofts
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