nucleus

our inferno
burns our art
a discernible fire
visible from the start
we say the same words
arranged in different ways
because we’re mirror reflections
of our wounded hearts
there are endless ways
we can assemble waves
without our seams falling apart
double stitched trouble ditched
even sun beams couldn’t tear us apart

ink is free, so...

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