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Burning man

January 17, 2019

 

I saw him
A dream etched in flesh
His eyes,
an emerald glow
My soul unpacked with a thresh
I saw across a crystal room
I saw him despite banal
Unfamiliar gloom
I saw his smile
A lost epiphany
His mouth
A maddening symphony
I saw him
Flawed but agile
passionate
But fragile
I heard him
My burning man
My heart deceived me then
I saw him
And there was no return
A heartache
Carved with a cigarette burn  

 

 

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