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Mar 2019
Hand of cinder
to caress the skin
of wanting trees,
incinerate the dreams
cauterize the memory.

Hand of smoke
to peel the flesh,
charred black, passionless,
expose the *****
lambent emotion,
the coals of desire.

Burn the roots,
the budding fruits;
left alone in the skin of trees
forgetting,
where the ashes came from.
Written by
Matthew
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