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20. Burnin’

Bonsoir Bleu…

I whispered as I saw you close your eyes to a peaceful place.

One far from me cause of the cold war I brought towards us.

I needed Bleu‟s lap dance better that Dandy‟s

As all I saw were dandelions.

I felt their petals on my sides, tingling every bit of my being

With their sweet, smoked nectar dripping on my lips

Leaving me breathless although complete.

I got burned though, by the fire inside me

With my land being bruised and ashed for the sake of truth.

A truth that came as a fog,

But now clear as day.

I was afraid of burning, even though the scars were bluntly
visible

How do I escape this cage built on pleas and comfort?

With lingering rabbit paced heartbeats running through the
night.

I sat in their melodies, listening to their hearts,

Trying to pace them with my own.

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