Surrounded by feelings
like small scraps
of paper
Tiny notes
to myself
of what’s been
and where I’m at
Scatter them with
a rush of breath
Or light a match
and watch them
burn
(D.James)
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Surrounded by feelings
like small scraps
of paper
Tiny notes
to myself
of what’s been
and where I’m at
Scatter them with
a rush of breath
Or light a match
and watch them
burn
(D.James)
