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I wish their was a TV show called "So you think you can nap"

In this poem, my heart is on fire. I mean it. I swallowed down the flames like they were coated in honey, and I didn’t mind the burning. When they ask me about you, I’ll tell them how electricity was discovered for the first time. I’ll tell them about your kite string hands and the keys I gave you so you’d have a safe place to stay every time it rained. Near the end, you had vulture eyes, swarming this rotting body of mine. Now we are a tragedy hidden in the woods. Now when I look for you, it’s in accidental poems I turned into skies. Your smile hits me like a lightning rod even when it’s not for me, and on the bad days, especially then.