LoveIs that what this ache is?A threatening stormBusting lungsA trail of smokeReaching upwardsBefore the crackleOf mystic flame
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It’s 9am in mid-JuneThe night before has exhaledKaleidoscope headsLimbs slick and stickyAnd now the lightPale yellow and…
And so,I will drinkThis whiskeyAnd pray for its rustTo build me an iron heart