With you, she hung her armor
In the cabinet
There were suns in your eyes and that
But fire doesn’t keep and she can’t stand
Not to shine
She loves nothing so much
As sunlight on armor
| Heart on Fire |
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The Poetry of Emotion
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My Own Paradise: Life on Seven and a Half Acres