The First Burning Room
watching your eyes as you stare is like
looking into the window of the first burning room
unknown, intense, arcane
where no one has seen you yet
no one has felt you yet
i'm climbing into your
attic, i want a taste
of the paraphernalia
in the ashes of your
dark smoke, i want
to burn
this is what love
feels like
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