You the Fire Instead of just the dark gold flower blossoming as you cradle the cracked blue mug as the sun imagines your vanishing point and lifts his light above it, pink and healing instead you are wishing that you might hold this moment all the day. So you delay a little more, read some poems aloud. Consonants snapped and rhythm consumed like it's fuel, and you the fire.
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Absolutely beautiful and inspiring
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Thank you, Dean. <3