Untamed Still
But how far is afar? Will you learn?
And I hope you know what to undo.
Hello, frozen fire, I still smell your—
Smoke and feel your heat; you real.
Do we need amendments or... a no?
Freaking vices mingle with my soul.
For worse, I would bend the knee
But I still hurt and hate myself, truly.
Niyitanga Pacifique
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