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Fireside Memoirs
It danced with percision
We watched it devour itself along with
the chemicals of thin air
It was wrong of you to move from
that particular position, where your hand grazed mine
It transpired through me with such an exertion of
force that I could only breathe it off
with tiny
moans
and
sighs
Excellent compression---so much said in so little space, in the lines and between them.
Starward becoming J-Called