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Jun 2019
death by burning knows no era
and my demons have long
set me on fire.

i feel like a witch burning at the stake —
burning and screaming for too long now,
but give it time and maybe
even my nerves can learn to be numb,
even the lick of flames can grow cold;

and maybe even the ashes can feel like home.
fray narte
Written by
fray narte  22/F/Philippines
     Raven, Jim Musics and Bogdan Dragos
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