Poetry again

Borrow someone else’s confidence There’s plenty to go around Drink it in and let it fill you up Take it by the hand Barrel onto the dancefloor It doesn’t have to be your usual You’re sharing a personality As your spinning, following spirals Let their overflowing supply cover you With glitter and stars For one

Relight my fire (safely)

I honestly can’t say when it started. When I first felt the heat on my face, looked into the glowing, ever-changing flames and heard, almost in some sort of spiritual experience, “burn it”.  I would say I’m a pyromaniac of sorts. I love fire, the making it, when it finally catches light, adding more and

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