are you selecting poems at random?


should i even try?

words scrawled in the 2 minutes just to get money

could outsshine the words meant to glow

like embers

at the death of a flame--

dim, but still burning within the core of itself,

melting and smoldering upon it's molten bed,

 remaining in  your skin and blood and mind

after the high licking tendrils have died


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