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Fire under footfall.Fire over skies.
Fire on a matchstick.Fire in my eyes.
Fire holding hunger.Fire seeking wood.
Fire hiding danger.Fire feeling good.
Let me do it, let me do itLet me blow up the balloonLet me do it, let me do itLet me go to the moon
When I was a kid
poetry seemed boring
complex words on a page
that almost left me snoring
I felt no connection
that language seemed foreign
Hand on the bridgefeel the rhythm of the train.
Hand on the windowfeel the rhythm of the rain.
Hand on your throatfeel the rhythm of your talk.