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Wreathed in sparks, low mountains
ignite. Arizona.
Barefoot over the sand we run. Alice
takes my hand as the sky
breaks apart. Our lungs combust,
we dance erratic in the rain, our limbs
sinking into the muddy earth.
It was worth it. Every scar,
the crashed cars and bar-fights.
Lightning. Her laugh
louder than a downpour. It was worth
surviving every mistake I’d made
to be drenched in the desert
alive with her
the night the fire ended.
