What Can I Say

I don't really p[ay with fire
It just slurps at skin until
it takes what it needs
burns until i feel
looking at an upside down clock
in the bevel of a spoon
playing peek-a-boo
with the clouds and moon
soon just a backward noose
Hangi
-------n
-------g to the truth
we are ird
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