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Lot from within

The softest flicker

A conflagration

Sometimes both

The flaws


Of easy humanity

Still moving through

Each moment

Certain and still

Gaining momentum

Run your fingers through

My beard

Whisper warmth until

I growl with quiet, fluttering


Such a simple idea

What wonders lie within 

Being seen

Smiled upon

As though I am

Some kind of prize

By MBBlissett

Writer. Working on book-length projects and posting fiction and poetry here.

You can find more about me here:

Represented by SMART Talent Agency (

I am available for writing projects via my agent, Kelly and I look forward to hearing from you.

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