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Memory is fire
To avoid losing you
You can never hear
what you contain

You can never find
fire in a drawer
of a desk you can
never know exists

This fire to hear your voice
again is to never call
Fingers out of reach
You'll stop the games

if I move the pieces
The shiver between us
Every step it comes
halfway to ignition &

half of that & half of that
Mistake what you contain
for constraints & so they are
The liability of every asset

& you'll leave unless
I show you the door
The one colossal mistake
The final mistake   The in-

admissible     The laugh-
able     The tragic flaw
of this message is its secret
existence     Because yr heaven

is not this fire is the poem
made from the phone number
you handed me handed back
Here