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Feb 2021
Who knows where
The heat goes when
It leaves my skin
And body cold

Nobody promised me
Anything

(Silence empty
Hollow ringing)

Desire takes peace
Out back to
Be shot

Still, it is all
I got now, just the
Liquid fire with
Furrowed brow
Holding the fort

I got burnt so badly
I shivered

(Sun scathing
Rough sailing)

Ah, the distance
I keep

The power I
Handed over
Just sits
Like a rock
On a flower

Crushing
You, me, and
Everyone in between.
biche
Written by
biche  53/F/Unceded Potawatomi Land
(53/F/Unceded Potawatomi Land)   
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