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With a zippo in your pocket Clenching an empty gas can You watch as smoke deadens the sky Over the bridges you were grateful.. To Burn -JP
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Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 3:46 PM UTC
Grateful to Burn
as dusk spreads throughout, i fall back to admire not the zippo in hand but the blazing fire and the overhead skies of the aging countryside i taste the tenderness of a sweet refrain, not bitter nor sweet i taste the yesterday of the growing grains and unsung poetry my vision doesn't falter for i see what i see how the trees lean in closely to the wind's whispers and the grasping waters, loving generously maybe i'm selfish to only admire to infect my body whilst plunging in solitude, waiting for the hours to die but i am content, with what i perceive to diminish is one thing but this, this is beauty (n.j.)
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Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 7:16 AM UTC
sweet refrain
Clink! Zip ...zip..zipp No matter how many times you try to ignite the fire, the flame will not kindle without a spark to the fuel. A gas as thin as air, and as invisible as emotions. A spark to arouse the very atom of the fire a spark at the right time, at the right spot. a spark such as the one we felt when our eyes met for the very first time.
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Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 5:04 PM UTC
zippo