Virtue of the Moth: Poems by Danny Price
Tuesday, December 9, 2014
Extinguished
my fingers covered in fire and she's afraid to get burned
the flames are melting the paint off the walls
and everyone in the room is choking on embers
how can i blame her for not taking my hand?
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