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The Soul It Fires

Poetry By J.o Arsenault

By J ArsePublished 5 years ago 1 min read
Love like tip, the castles spire, split through it our hearts desires.

The coal, it fires

Hearts desire, sweat perspire

We are, we tire, life so dire

Fire

Departs, the life i sought

Your hired,

It is the fire says i bought,

The fire of my hearts, your hearts desire which was sought.

Fire,

The molten sweat so deep, molten raindrops frosted seep .

The sweats perspire ,deed so deep, SEW.

So dire.

The souls, lack of if not but is.

Desire,

lack of fire, ire.

We reap.

Hellfire.

love is not forgot you know.

Cannot believe the fire show

The fire show you know so spread

The fire show, our light our life

Our fire show no embers glow

The fire shed the flame is dead.

Sought uncertain, death I dread.

The fire show that shone to glow

The fire show with love we grow

The fire show

The fire show

The fire show we gone here low.

Over yonder cross our full desire wander wonder hearts on fire.

Eyes like coal across a null desire.

We left

Vacation situation ever dire.

Ever dire, lightning thunder souls vacate, vocate the other,

Burst down under.

Under thunder, full of fleeting treating heating fire to each ones was hearts desire.

Feeling climbs, the pain so sharp to tip.

Equip, I quip.

Love like tip, the castles spire, split through it our hearts desires.

Castle spire, deep desire queen and sire weep in ire.

Others fire.

Fire for the sole desire, dire is our soul on fire.

Dire is the ire grant us fire for the soul.

surreal poetry

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