we, the wick

there’s a fire in me
in this 
in us
there’s a fire of red and golden flames.
they lick at my words
and mock my memory 
my memory that tries
so hard 
to burn as bright. 

it does.
don’t take that away.
it does.

maybe you did put all those stars in the sky.

thoughts?

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