Those Smoke Filled Days Poem by Millie Fraser
Those Smoke Filled Days
This love that burns,
This love that bites,
This love that torments as i writhe in its spite.
In the bloody mess of my consciousness
My dreams have taken hold,
Clutching and squeezing until my stomach lurches
And double i fold.
If there is an escape from this blissful prison,
This cage of fire,
Lock the door and swallow the key,
Let me burn in my desire.
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