This flame it burns
Though embers fade
With ashes in their wake
This flame burns on
I use the heat to fuel desire
Rabid rapid labored breaths.
This flame engulfs
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Poetry
Apt Pupil
Because the river runs red
I am the apt pupil
Foretelling the future
Through patterns of varicose veins
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Who can stop the rain?
Rain falling on my head…
Rain drops falling on my head
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Deception
Nausea
Prefaced by guilt
Torture
Flowers that wilt
Nothing shall grow
Nothing shall bloom
Insidious shadow…
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