Burning
burning building
like a match,
like a secret
a room full of dust
I burn
like bodies,
like skin paper-thin wings
photos on the walls hanging,
lifeless memories on a string
like groins and chests cuts
and fevers
I burn i burn I burn
everything turned to nothing woman,
vision, whisper thing, smoke, gone
and the flames
are so quiet
you wouldn't know a thing
if I wasn't the brightest light
this glowing city
Has ever seen
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