Embers

This can’t be realThis cannot be realYet the clock has indeed               struck twelve,                        Cinder-ella This is your      firestorm: Play carefully, Arsonist /I want to be your phantom Apocalypse now (as if no one canfigure this out)there’s third degree burns under my shirt& hasty black smearsof your fingers (trying to catch the drought) You found a […]

Embers

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