Poem.
To burn more?
Ash are
Gray hair,
my mind’s ashes
and mind – smoke …
To play more?
Love is,
brutal song
I sing in my mind
willy and nilly …
Do you think I?
Not a god,
my soul
plays and burns
my love
and your fear …
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