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by Alli MartelI keep the fireflies of my desire stopped up tight in a bottle, its milk glass fragile, opaque. Pour them onto your hands, straw man. Let them gather in your palms so I may blow them across the sky to burn your night. 06/06/2011 Posted on 06/07/2011
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| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 06/13/11 at 02:24 AM I think Jon nailed it. The intensity in this thing is considerable considering how short it runs. Awesome. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/29/11 at 07:08 PM I like the way this feels like a warning...at first all cute and enchanting until that last line, when he takes them out, and, being straw, finds that they are the one thing he fears. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/29/11 at 07:09 PM Oh, but I agree with Jon, that I would like to see this in form. Line breaks are so much fun to play with. |
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