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Jan 2020
does the fire ever feel like home
warm
with a soft brush to the bone

standing far away
eyes
I wait for the flames to rise

die down
couldn't be found
dancing around

clock hits zero
I can be okay
tomorrow
I make no promises

the fire is my home
I burn
I am burning
left to ashes

I will rise again
eileen
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     Amanda Kay Burke, --- and ---
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