blanket beats fire
I was taught love was the wrong details of an oil painting.
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the image: a blanket wrapped around a stranger in a desert night, desperately trying to keep warm by a fire.
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I was taught the only way
for anyone to love me
was for them to light me ablaze
stack of kindling Destroyed by lover’s presence.
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I longed for that feeling.
my heart prickling with shards …