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Cruel Weather (Lonely Place)

i made a fire
and watched it die
the flames flickered
and tugged the sky
then the rain broke
and stung my face
now i grow cold
in a lonely place

16 Feb 07

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It's so small.  It's so unpunctuated.  It works so well for some reason.  
 — Isabelle5

Thank you, Isabelle.

Even if I usually produce poems too long for most (apparently) to enjoy, I like small pieces. Like bites.
 — dandy

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