Twenty New Poems
by Kimberly Pye
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Sixteen
I had to start running
When the fire got too big.
You said you could hold it,
But I was there alone.
Anyway, I'd never let you near
The fire that you started;
It burns so hot you can see from there,
And I know we'd both explode.
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