the pain
hot and cold
fire and warm
im here alone-by my choice
you told me nothing
I told you leave
you come to me
I push away
twirling spirals
spinning tops
black and white
a firebed
I know this place
its too familiar
water down
orange and red
anchor my foot
needle through thread
hammer through bone
knife on the table
knife in the home
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