pouring back the wine now
after skimming a gallery of you
all long and dressed in summer clothes
the night will dry up for me
long before you hit your stride,
nocturnal animal turning me delusional
primed in my madness until
its all self-destruction and escape
from imagined burnings, public yearning
faulty, guilty and burning down
anything i can put into view,
i want to commit arson out loud with you
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