Living Prose
The truth-is-better-than-fictional bits.
Thursday, October 1, 2015
Slow burn
Slow burn fire
In my chest that
Flares and sears
The years I best
Held in the
Fears of feelings
Again
And what is right
Is what is wrong
And both before us
Melt in flame
Alongside
Strength
To save
Ourselves.
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