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Tonight

your pulse must inhale words

through heightened.. goaded rivers

you feel each shadow, lash and flat

fall out a sky of menace


This storm wails

hot, across your threshold

biting double entry

fed on rain


the ceiling - gone


your door

left swinging open.. and in flames

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