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my lonely little ember,
glowing despite

three inches of rain
and hate.

timid flame, orange coal
smoldering softly
beneath our half-hearted shadow.

the quality of light
radiating from your
fair face,
reminds me of oil slicks
and three a.m. flashlights
from nosy cops reaching through
the car windows.

my fiercly guarded reverire,
the song quietly sung.