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Temperate
by
Elizabeth Finn
Today,
I
watched as a lit match
Shriveled to nothing,
the blue-white flame
A tongue
To the cardboard
ecstasy.
I could feel the heat near my fingers,
Then vanish
Into the palpable reality
Of what can be envisioned
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