orangegerberas
poetry. terse, whimsical vignettes of love and dubious remorse.
22 January 2013
slow burn II
sometimes
I wake up at 3 a.m.
and my longing for you
is so intense it feels like I’ve
walked into a wall of fire
I didn’t know existed
and I burn
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