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Jun 2018
we’re rubbing our twigs together
trying to make flames
but instead of that
we’re scraping back
our bark revealing rings

and things that we’re not proud of
times we thought we passed
struggling to hug
with ****** knives
stuck in our backs

we’re just two wounded people
trying to start a fire
using wood
already burned
from the last scorching desire
Written by
Hg  find me in thermometers
(find me in thermometers)   
       Prince, Cat, Jules KM, adroxxmeda, AJ and 25 others
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