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You can’t set yourself on fire to keep others warm
but I will light the night with every bridge that I burn
no quarrels were had to strip the clothes from my back
an open hand to be robbed with a tariff and tax
now you reap from the harvest every smothered seed I did sow
and find your demands being surrendered to silence and stone
About the Creator
Connie
Poetry, Horror, Feminism and Spice... that is the makings of my writing journey.
Looking to continue to grow my craft and continue to create works that people enjoy reading.
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