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Credit: Laura Williams

#1

The air turned sour

at the hour

of his death

 

#2

I fed off nothing

and that

that was enough

 

#3

Her eyes were

starlight

the sun

until they

burned

out

 

#4

She was wood

And I was fire

Yet we burned brighter alone

than we had together


Inspired by a friend’s tiny poetry

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