Burns. And sees no smoke. Shows no smoke.
On a day like today, I am wondering where my life wandered.
Where was this person who could look people in the eye and tell them to fk off?
Where did the person vanish- who had the confidence to walk away and well hell- show the finger with a smile?
Who tamed me? Really!
Poetess in always on fire.
I shall only singe. And sing. And burn.
But the source of the smoke shall always vanish.
Just like a portion of me. A potion. Of me.
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