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A FIRE
My words didn't hit you that much
Your moods didn’t defeat me much
In fact
We were/ are too confused
Stubborn although feeble
We are all defeated … powerless … unable
We found our selves slaves
of our own desires
(I miss things I had when I was a kid)
We get old, you know, and become tired
We feel cold … we tremble
I wish I didnt fire the words I fired
But the words in me burn like a fire
Like a fire
