I set it on fire.

Millions of sparks
Rise up swirling.
Dancing.

Perhaps you've seen
Them rising over
The smoke

(where there's smoke there's fire)

Perhaps you've caught
A few in mason jars

(they aren't fireflies you know)

Perhaps you think
They're pretty...

THEY'RE NOT.

they

are

the

remnants

of

my

heart

going

down


i­n


FLAMES


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