Prose Through (the fire)

[Hannah Capps]

Where you think you will fall
I adore you.
Where you shut up, your soul
I'll open for you.
Knowing you, silver eyes.
I've yet to see you shine.

-You and I, Jeff Buckley

Walking flame
Her wit ablaze

Pointer tail
Set savage gaze.

Shrill her call.
Amassed won

Mote ideas
Are overcome

Draining lithe
Spiral gate

Erma Raw
Yet setting

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