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Fighting Fire with Molotovs
Tight stretched skin, not unlike leather parchment
Adorned with scars and burns and such carvings
Among the colors, red ink's enrichment
Envelops a file cabinet's burnings
Advice from the mental advisory
Suggests that all these thoughts be locked away
In filing in forgotten drawery
To the night is left burdens of the day
Where were they all put, these things once forgot?
Within the belly of the hungry fire
Sift the ashes in its wake, all for naught
Unabated, flames climb ever higher
Once-was engulfed, still the fire spreads untamed
Lost memories, the cost of ink unnamed
Copyright ©
Kovah Havok
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