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Sulphur

  • Writer: Francesca
    Francesca
  • Apr 5, 2020
  • 1 min read

I want your name to become empty,

to leave the place to indifference for the stranger.

But it still fills up silence.

Wide as the night

and harder than my heart.

An iron heart

you melt with your fire.

The flame of a matchstick.

I breath you as Sulphur.

Dense

heavy

making me choke.

I wish I could blow you away,

but you stay.

As Sulphur

you stay.

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