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Burning Alive

There’s a fire in me

I didn’t know I still had.

I searched for its likeness

and found nothing of its like.

I opened my mouth to scream in frustration

but stars fell from the sky and into my mouth

and it lit me up bright as a brushfire

at the dead of night

and I felt alive,

like I never knew

what being alive meant.

 

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