sans peyote tea
living in the white space
Tuesday, December 03, 2019
here I go and I don't know why, I flow so ceaselessly, could it be he's taking over me
catching fire momentously
uncomfortably
the flicker ebbs and flows
dies and flares
into embers, she retreats
her truth a slow burn
beneath the coals
lasts once lit
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