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You Be The Flint

  • James Long
  • Dec 10, 2021
  • 1 min read

You burned my soul


Casually


No malice,

you were merely walking and stopped to pass the time.


and when you passed

all I was left with was the ache


And the heat


Not a fire

but an ember to light my own

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