Fri, 02/12/2016 - 00:51 -- jennypn

The heat of my heart is a white-hot flame

It bears my values, my views and my name

Embers burn my tongue, refuse to be bound

Smoke billows upwards, lost but not found


My core scorches red but fingers are frozen

Visions to be said but none are chosen

I speak of my life and live by my word

I'm my own barrier, yet to be stirred

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