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In The Oven

Poetry By: devilrod


Submitted:Nov 5, 2008    Reads: 98    Comments: 5    Likes: 4   

Oh you timeless furnace

I will never be cooked long enough

Never be done

Only scorched and raw

Burdened no more by comfort and convenience

No longer relegated to this blind appearance

Stoke the fire beneath me

And hear the crackle

Of laughter

Of laughter

Oh what does it matter


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