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Prize

Lot from within

The softest flicker

A conflagration

Sometimes both

The flaws

Demonstrations

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

Delight

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: http://wp.me/P4B2tw-1

Represented by SMART Talent Agency (http://www.smart-talent-kent.co.uk/)

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

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