Swimming in joy,
Looking at fire.
Breathing it in,
Blowing wind.
Every day's different.
Every thing's quiet.
Counting seconds,
Searching within.
Pounding keyboard,
Smelling the smoke,
Music is beating
Next to my heart.
Thinking of him,
I am provoked
To curl and arch
As body art.
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