forest fire farm,
from dusk to dawn
fire beating on your arms.
oil pressure gone into-
sky pressure into-
your lungs breathing, in and out but weaker, weaker than,
the tiny pieces, tiny breath that then from me you stole,
whispered out between my lips, my last clean crystal soul.
forest fire forest thickening and thicker now,
black clouds of soot resting when my eyes go out.
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