you drew the line
across my face
like a slap from your open palm
only
i imagined it, didn't i?
it was my voice
raging
red like the hottest sun
and you were the one hiding in the shadows
trying to keep your cool
(a.k.a. the attempt of a writer to exercise her imagination)
you drew the line
across my face
like a slap from your open palm
only
i imagined it, didn't i?
it was my voice
raging
red like the hottest sun
and you were the one hiding in the shadows
trying to keep your cool
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