Turning off the flame
I left you simmering, surface Undulation
Mustn't boil over, refrain
A 'burn in hell' type revelation
My conscience turned off the flame
How could something barely amalgamated
Meal uneaten, Luke warm
Leave my heart this strangulated
Aching, throbbing, torn.
poem by Stevie Taite
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