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after
I take the vessel,
the fuel, what's left after,
and then turn it out
into something
sanded down,
ground,
burnt into solid,
a plate to pass around,
no longer made of unrest,
no longer burning on the tongue,
I use it to make new links,
vines and roots strengthening
every day there's been hope
since that time has finally gone.
the fuel, what's left after,
and then turn it out
into something
sanded down,
ground,
burnt into solid,
a plate to pass around,
no longer made of unrest,
no longer burning on the tongue,
I use it to make new links,
vines and roots strengthening
every day there's been hope
since that time has finally gone.
Published 16th Jul 2023
| Edited 17th Jul 2023
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