swallowed thunder
tickles these toes.
awakening
a long stagnant soul.
this furnace
feeds
on
life
and on love.
Truth burns
these lungs.
so i was soothed
by your sweet mendacity.
for
in that fantasy
i was a King-
and it
burned,
oh…it burned
so.
per chance then.
it is true.
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