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Flare
A mind on fire and a blank page.
How do I burn it without
destroying it?
Cause there's a spark
on the tip of my tongue
and kerosene breath
resides in a poison lung.
I need to exhale a thought
but it's hot,
as I whisper carefully to no avail.
A scorch engulfs the air
and the blaze is melting me
into pure muse.
