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Submitted to Contest #63
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire with a charring sense of prosperity that comes with being self-assured, maybe self acquitted? No that's not the word. Self-defined? Wait, how can leaves be self-defined in the sense of a poem written by Mary Shelly, where the monster is eaten up by the fire of his own longing for a lost love. No, they weren't on fire. Perhaps they were thrown instead. Thrown like the words that you threw at me about my insecurities. See, I mopped up the words splattered on the w...
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