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if i could say one thing,

i'd say

do not burn the house down
when you slam the door.

the match you lit
falls to the floor
ignites carpeting and pictures,

ignites house and home,
with all that that entails,

memories, and bad taste
are consumed by the air
that the trees provide,

but all you can do is walk
quickly through the forest,

flames flicker in my eyes,
i stand holding the candle
to light your way home

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poetic ^