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In bitter ink I dip my feather. My hands carve out A weathered letter. I hold the page Steady, it hovers Grazing the flame. Your name getting hotter, Til it crumbles to ashes - Catching fire at my altar. ▪︎ mica light ▪︎
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Aug 8, 2023
Aug 8, 2023 at 4:55 AM UTC
In Bitter Ink
In bitter ink I dip my feather. My hands carve out A weathered letter. I hold the page Steady, it hovers Grazing the flame. Your name getting hotter, Til it crumbles to ashes - Catching fire at my altar. ▪︎ mica light ▪︎
micalight
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Aug 8, 2023
Aug 8, 2023 at 4:55 AM UTC
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