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by, Angela M. Carter

Sir, are you fire? If not, why do you dance with the rubbish-why do you seek only those that ignite you feverishly and ignore those that soothe you? You are what God’s hands left reluctantly-chromosomes of confusion, someone he couldn’t discard, no matter the consequences, but hoped good would find you. You are a canvas with blinking eyes-no matter where I go they follow me and convince me that I can extinguish the devil within you.

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