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Bathing in Fire
water droplets
skim rampantly
like gasoline
down
down
down
down
tracing molten
silhouettes
then lingering
momentarily
at the small
of my back
they're foiled
by slick tiles;
the clean slates
which provide
no purchase,
besides to project
whims and fantasy
these visions won't stop
until i gasp for last breaths
these eyes won't open
until i'm forever engulfed
i n f l a m e s
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