untitled
by the 1
armed with my pen
i aim to penetrate,
to blow on the embers of your soul.
i hope to ignite the fire inside
that turns your eyes into beams.
what frightens you so?
you know you hold all the answers to my questions
(before i even ask them)
but life is a circle
i hold all your answers, too.
you're terrified of asking the question-
you don't want the answer.
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