Build a pyre
Empty the can
Throw me into the fire
Pull me out again
Repeat until I've learned the insane lesson
My doubt is your worth's resurrection
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Daisy Chains {Completed}
PoetryIn which a nineteen-year-old shows you snapshots of her freshman year (and the following summer) through paragraphs and pretty adjectives. | completed / updated sporadically
