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Raging/Controlled
Micropoetry
Raging through the tableaux of the woodland night,
she strikes a match upon a rock as she strides by
a single flame held between two fingers before her
— a danger, should she choose to let it go
Author’s note: Micropoetry is short, so please feel free to hang around on the page and let the algorithm know I don’t suck!
Prompt: 5. Either “Raging Wildfire” or “Controlled Burn” from the brilliant :
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