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Arson (Free verse) by Roisin

Bridge soaked in alcohol I lit the match finality in view. I saw your face as the blaze began, tears from the heat, eyes half closed. I watched in silence as timber blackened, quivered then fell. You and I previously entwined At once became islands.

Roisin 23-Jun-05/6:19 AM
meglomania is different from an interest in the growth of the self.




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