Third Degree Burn

Photo by Me

I carry a torch that time tastes bitterly. A flame that never flickers, even when rejection blows with the force of a hurricane. The golden aura reflects the molten ore of our tongues delving into desires we refused to say.  I keep warm with embers of emotions we displayed in the privacy of public domain.  I wait for the chance to get burned by your return. 


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