I am perfect, and flawed.
And perfectly flawed.
I am generous
And selfish.
I am open and private.
I tell stories, and truth, and lies.
I was born a raging fire
To bare-handed parents
Who did their best to avoid blisters
Somehow I kept my spark alive
I remain ablaze in a world of water
Intent on putting out my fire
Dylan Thomas understood
I will not go gentle into that dark night
[Tomorrow: Au Revoir]
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