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magical fire dance

a fire blazes
in the city of my birth–

we joke
about the causal friction
of our union
(flint and tinder)

your voice
like chocolate and brandy
liquid starshine
soft. smooth. strong.

were you complicit
with the fire?

you still are
with your lips like butter
and soft whiskers

the hills are still on fire
but a river
flows through the valley

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