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The torches are blazing
the blades are alight...
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You see, everyday, when I’m at work
I scan the same familiar fruits...
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Your memory feels like
fog with no lighthouse...
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The day morphs, takes its bow
twilight bleeds crimson...
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But damn it’s so sad-
I almost thought we could fix it...
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Smoke on the horizon, fire in the distance
The path to safety farthest from the path of least...
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The white cumulous slides over the
deep blue sky in fast motion, as my...
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I am a story;
not a number...
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As my feet hit the ground,
it’s hard to tell how long I’ve been running...
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The final word is written
My pen is dry of ink...
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Metal shavings swiftly spread;
burning flames of blue-white shed...
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My feelings for you are like poems,
cast into a shameful teenage drawer...