No. 7

cold truth, warm trust
externally combust
hot sparks emit gold
amid flames red and bold
streaked with blue
must you do that?
diffuse fire with such
harsh words?
silence fierce
pierces the night
see cheeks blush
seek solace to flush
to extinguish this anguish
pure frustration
honesty and evasion
meet my pain
I trust I talk I stoke
you choke
on smoke from my fire
murmur weak words
a liar
hides someone worthwhile
patience and time
find revelation:
suddenly,
conflagration
disintegration
lies die in flames
burnt to ashes
walls fall into the sea
then come the branch and dove
i see
i like
i love.

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