I keep
telling myself
don't panic
I'm not
on fire
though life
I know
real flames
some things
needily incinerated
void things
not very
far away
I keep
poking myself
demanding things
provoking those
other games
giving in
that shack
I am
living in
deriving moments
also ran
I keep
reminding myself
equating manic
with every
dire fire
leaving nothing
except ash
giving nothing
except crashing
beyond loathing
brash dreams
igniting flames
beneath boasting
trash games
panic mostly
with each
flaming train

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