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Nov 2012
Lift—
Let it go
Watch it sail
flame arcing
as it turns
and falls
another rises
as I catch—
toss—
release—
light dances
on the faces
in the crowd
holding breath—
heat licks
at my hands
but I
haven't felt
the burn—
the torches
are long
enough
yet—
Might edit this still.
Isoindoline
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Isoindoline
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