Running through wet fire
It’s as though we’ve forgotten how to walk.
Love isn’t enough to propel our flight-
Will we jump or will we talk?
When yesterday we ran through the air,
Saw how above the sky is an endless cloud of pain-
More painful than the tumble down the stairs.
If you called out to me, I fear your voice may become coarse
After all, it did burn
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