The fire flows like water.
The water fumes like fire.
Bubbles inside the rage.
The air can’t be breathing,
The inside burns intensely,
Right here,
Where we choose to reside.
We throw fire like tantrums
The anger burns in happiness
We can’t settle here in Joy
To see the pretty harlot
Always ready to satisfy, like they said
But we argue
“She’s been there before”
“She can’t be there”
The lovers can’t cleave
The lovers choose to leave
But she’s here
She’s ready to testify to the open air


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