I am a fire hazard.
Or casual liars,
I surely ressurect, congregate, and conflagrate desireable admirers.
Setting eyes ablaze and burn like rubber tires,
David singing in his square as if he was the
To the beat of tattoo ink
And scars plucked,
I lure in sheep, and sheer and shick away white wooly innocence.
As the boy who sat in his car,
Eating white wires and wondering when and where and why as the world wandered off in his own wonderful flames,
As whales burned holes in his sky making his reality once again holy.
As he heard her soft sighs.
I am a fire hazard
David Gunderson, Rockwood Summit High School
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