when she finds she loves a soul
clutches
caresses it
wears her own heart on her sleeve
but no matter.
she is always told,
don’t set yourself on fire
in order to warm others.
but no matter the fire burning
tearing
breaking her apart,
she loves,
she holds this soul between her two palms
through the last sweet nights of summer
golden afternoons of fall
bitter winter rains
fingers touch
intertwine
lips
empty wine bottles
words left unsaid
the soul burns her from inside out
but never can she bring herself
to put the fire out
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My absolute favorite anonymous.
Her mourning coffee 