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May 2019
Fire
Here I stand,
with match in hand.
Your words drip over me like gasoline.
I promise you I will be clean.
I strike the match to cleanse my soul.
You watch me burn,
your heart is cold.
#fire #burn #soul #heart #cold
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Atlas
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     Breanna W, Lily, --- and Khoisan
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