Wrist
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fed out late as his Cinders turn to dust In the dark I bite my tongue And hide my blistered hand Bide my time until morning I bite my tongue Clothe the floorboards clean Rug stained blue But under slate and stone Mantle manned in pewter figurines Her ceramic dreams be sinew and bone I bite my tongue And hide my head in hand Copper taste my lower lip Still I bite my tongue Choke the words That feed these flames The smoke set deep And swallowing everything Salt my thoughts These bitter …