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fave poems (written by others) looking at her eyes,
i could see a fire inside them.
it was a hearth fire you could depend on,
you could draw up to and get warm by
if you were cold,
or cook something on
that would feed the emptiness in you.
i felt like we were all adrift in the world,
and all we had was the wet fire in August's eyes.
but it was enough.
