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Jul 5
that is what they come seeking.
yet, when I tell
them--pretending--Boy Scouts-to-be prepared!


for the burning,
they gulp saying ok,
but the higher heat of the
fear feted in their eyes, 
them instruments
that never lies,
so I send them home,
unscathed,
and
scathed
just enough that
they’ll never ask
twice.


I’m so easy to please.


brandychanning
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