MentholA Poem by PeteIf I put my head deliberately into the fire, there is no appeal to fire or to the maker of fire, and I have only myself to blame. - ThoreauBurning down essence. Bright cinder and grey ash. Smoke curling into a question mark. Cool, comforting menthol. Encompassing all. I'm my own worst enemy. Go ahead. Take a long drag. ... neither of us is waving a white flag ... © 2020 PeteAuthor's Note
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