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Firewind
by
Steven Losee
Wind...
At my back
And in my face
Obscures
Without hiding
(and moves me into)
His tomorrow.
Fire...
In my bones
And in my heart
Warms...burns...hurts...
Almost wounds
But never consumes
Rock of offense...
Stone of stumbling;
Shattering
The shale-shell
Protecting
Who I really am.
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