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by Mar 2, 2020

Scorch of Cold. Poetry

Scorch of Cold. Poetry

this scorch on the edge
of each cell in my body

feels like
i've never been kissed before

feels like I hover,
soaring high and yet crawling so low.

and if i am mere shade
that freezes the water of the Atlantic

than what is this scorch
that burning like flame

keeps searing the flesh of my heart?

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