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I feel it all so deeply that it hangs from my neck like an unmarked tombstone I've tried to bury it in one too many drinks instead they quenched the embers sparking in my gut so I get drunk on gasoline hoping to match fire, with fire fumbling hands shoving matches down my throat swallowing them whole consuming that which burns so bright within me and even after I catch ablaze I still feel it all too deeply. Esther L. Krenzin Roguesong
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Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 11:42 AM UTC
Gasoline
I feel it all so deeply that it hangs from my neck like an unmarked tombstone I've tried to bury it in one too many drinks instead they quenched the embers sparking in my gut so I get drunk on gasoline hoping to match fire, with fire fumbling hands shoving matches down my throat swallowing them whole consuming that which burns so bright within me and even after I catch ablaze I still feel it all too deeply. Esther L. Krenzin Roguesong
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Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 11:42 AM UTC
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