Two simple fires.
Too simple fires
Burn out quickly.
(Happy holiday. Which or
What, it doesn't matter,
Just wake up.)
There's moon-burn
On the mantlepiece,
Heart warms
On hearth,
No boundries. "Now"
Is the lost child
Of "nevermind".
Or do
Mind, but
Say it
Quickly
In happiness...
*
Too simple fires
Burn out quickly.
(Happy holiday. Which or
What, it doesn't matter,
Just wake up.)
There's moon-burn
On the mantlepiece,
Heart warms
On hearth,
No boundries. "Now"
Is the lost child
Of "nevermind".
Or do
Mind, but
Say it
Quickly
In happiness...
*
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Thank you. I think you're right about the pain fading. It's still pretty raw right now, though.
The trade sounds fair to me. You'll probably have to pay way more for shipping, though.
I didn't see the post and didn't get to copy the poem. Can you e-mail it to me?