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Jul 2014
And then the spark trickles, tickles, travels  down our veins
and into our hearts.
It ignites words into fiery arrows
puncturing the sagging silence
into something we call art.

It's the sad truth of oppression
We face in our daily lives.
In amplified aggression
when we let our words fly.

Fiery Poets
are here to burn a holes in the world's illusion of reality.

Fiery Poets
Let your words engulf the world in flames.
Francisco DH
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Francisco DH  21/Cisgender Male/North Carolina
(21/Cisgender Male/North Carolina)   
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