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I am warm wood, like the stove-lengths I stole from the family of the forest; chopped to stack and ponder using on evenings that get too cool for body heat, blankets and breath. and you are cold steel, unbothered and unbending. stiff, lengthy and sharpened to a point used to turn me over when my flame goes dull. I burn with intention. you stoke with precision. but stay a while so I can see your red hot glow
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Jan 11, 2021
Jan 11, 2021 at 11:19 AM UTC
red hot
I am warm wood, like the stove-lengths I stole from the family of the forest; chopped to stack and ponder using on evenings that get too cool for body heat, blankets and breath. and you are cold steel, unbothered and unbending. stiff, lengthy and sharpened to a point used to turn me over when my flame goes dull. I burn with intention. you stoke with precision. but stay a while so I can see your red hot glow
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31/M/Florida
Jan 11, 2021
Jan 11, 2021 at 11:19 AM UTC
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