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the letter crackled with bile
   in the damp of the rain -
flames wouldn't catch
   no matter how hard she cried
she flicked and she flicked at the flint of the lighter
   'til with a thumbprint of brown
       the paper took light

the cramped looping script
   fell into a shadow
   as blackened the paper burned in her hand

she ground with her foot
   the fallen silk ashes
twisting and turning
   to dust they returned

The Blue Book

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