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ryn Jan 2018
Captured and shackled
to a wick of flesh and bone.

Thoughts as kindle,
takes spark -
setting alight what fuel
that runs within.

Anticipated blaze -
you know but never
acknowledge.

Time is here and now...

So pardon me
while I burst
into flames...


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Last verse and title is from Incubus’ “Pardon Me”.

— The End —