The Flames Dance
Saturated in writer fluid,
lost feelings self ignite
Inebriate of a time distilled,
drunk in the burning light
Memories aging 100 proof,
the flames all dance alone
Memories aging 100 proof,
—this fire now my home
(Plane To Las Vegas: January, 2018)
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