Best Feu Poems

Tearing through the dandelions she goes, 
With acrid scent and smokey tendrils, 
A flame incandescent that none dare oppose;

Blackened with soot—devoid of soul, 
Behind the guile of beauty she hides, 
Inconsistent and volatile s’cept for her pride, 
Adoration has taken its toll; 

If you listen...

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