she's got a point to make
red, glows, and fades
to gray
while weaving 'round
then reexplodes into white red
strong pull, push out
a ream of smoke
encircles, clouds
then clears
the air
is breathing her
she's conquered fire,
and our hearts
we're all enthralled a bit,
we breathe
in her:
black arts
and filthy habits
burn to clean
a catch, a
cough
my throat,
tight - burns
my eyes fill up
are you okay?
oh yes
I love
I've learned
to love
you
burn
me
up
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