POETRY

Stop Making Sense

Burning Down The House

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Burned all my notebooks. What good are notebooks?
They won’t help me survive.
My chest is aching, burns like a furnace.
The burning keeps me alive. —
The Talking Heads, “Love During Wartime”

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