Blue flames
A white geist rises from-
an incandescent flame.
Illuminating the remains,
of the witch's letters in exchange.
Sullen, I lay in darkness,
owed to a technicality-
of a stupid failed gizmo,
disturbed as my blue balls...
The witch came to visit the city,
many a day after being away,
only to drop in to light my fire,
and leave me at; "ATTENTION!..."
Now I watch the lies cast in her letters,
rise like a tide in the twilight,
while miles away, she runs further-
with a beat down dripping heart...
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