Burning water.A Poem by karina y
Burning water,
see its may be possible, but pointless. At most, it isn't hard, but there is little to it. Once the water is burned, it's gone, perished. Though its mark is left lingering on. See dark, brown insides. Burning smell, steam, smoke there is much left behind, yet nothing at all. You can never really get rid of something, that's the point. Nothing really ever leaves, for good at least. K.Y 9/25/14
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