Worldly possessions and mid-life afternoons
Crossing paths in the dim light of partial moons
Naked white pages, awaiting a pen.
A pen is but a pen,
Time is of the essence.
Extreme death desires,
A midnight lit with wildfires,
Because of your unnecessary totality ability
To play with matches.
A surviver,
An ocean diver,
A firefighter,
A lighter,
And a provocative creature in a blood-stained red dress,
All stopped in an arrested silence of a routine traffic stop
For a violation of an aggressive profession.
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