There is a year that has never left me.
It has successfully stitched sickening moments into my skin and branded silent screams into my soul.
Some nights I imagine that those memories could be burnt away. As if my pain could curl up and combust like paper that has been lit on fire.
As if I could strike a match against the faint patchwork of scars stretching across my thigh and flick a sulfuric flame onto everything odious that happened that year.
I always hope that it burns fast.
And I always pray that it ignites your name first.
AO Poetry 
If only, eh? Great work my friend – love this! 🖤🖤
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Thank you!! Have you gotten IG yet?
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You’re very welcome ☺️ I do have an IG but it’s a pretty blank profile – not connected to my poetry. Maybe one day… 🖤
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Well if you ever want to keep in touch there I’m at @ao_poetry! I’m rarely on WP at this point and would love to stay linked to the few of you on here who I enjoy!
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Sounds good! 😊🖤
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Wow!
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