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flameless [poem]

being asexual with a revved up libido
is like being a gas station next to a forest fire
like the littlest spark is all you need to go up in flames
and yet forest fires aren’t the norm
instead you sit flameless in the gas tanks
wondering how it would feel to spontaneously combust
and going through the motions of
energy conversion on command
when they eventually turn on their ignitions
to drive away

Author:

bookdragon, poet, witch

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