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Published: 07 January 2019

I hung myself out to dry
in that season of giving
and ended up receiving
nothing but bruises

to an ego fat with illusion
and the arrogance of thinking
that there is power in writing
and a blessing from god

to break barriers of time
to be able to connect
and to resurrect
suspect emotions

that flow like gasoline
yearning for that single spark
that exterminates the dark
and marks where it all begins.