Fire’s warmth
A poem about her day
Heavy-handed complaints
She laid them on me
I knew better than to try and put out the fire
Some fires need to burn
And tucker out on their own
I like her warmth
Heavy-handed complaints
She laid them on me
I knew better than to try and put out the fire
Some fires need to burn
And tucker out on their own
I like her warmth
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