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READS
RINGS
What is this heat?
I feel a precipice in me,
an end to a new beginning
and a fresh start to
a tentative life.
Maybe forever
maybe not ever
but I feel the angel fire
teasing me.
With the incense scent of it's smoke.
Makes me heady.
Am I ready?
Can we weather this?
Can we withstand this
comparative cakewalk
to prove the legions wrong?
I feel an angel fire
pushing me toward the jump.
Hit the mark
because two are waiting
or we'll all turn to dust.
design by fergie
Bits of fire in the sky push me east back home. I used to live in flames
but it's hard on the wings. Choke me. Smoke me. Scare me back. You try
but you just can't. I peel the layers in my spare time, and you're easy
to see through. I can fly, I've discovered on my own. I may be the lesser
butterfly but my wings are just as strong. Who are you to tell me to find
a place to land? I may be the lesser butterfly but baby watch me glide.
