and that was the day she stopped speaking, abruptly, out of the blue; without warning.
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Tag: poems by vennie kocsis
Fire Heart
My heart is on fire. It burns like ember logs in pot belly stoves.
and that was the day she stopped speaking, abruptly, out of the blue; without warning.
My heart is on fire. It burns like ember logs in pot belly stoves.
Vennie Kocsis 