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todd moore | burning

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burning

houses my
old man
sd licking
a drop
of whiskey
off the
back of
his hand
you can’t
beat them
for drama
the way
flaming
timbers fall
across a
sofa or a
kitchen
sink clouds
of sparks
shooting
out the door
some nights
i sleep in
fire i always
walk in
smoke

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