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moment
Into the warmth
A spark from the kindling wood
Growing in power, engulfing a great space
And as our lives were enlaced
The fire was all we

Nature had accepted me for who I was

But my slumber was disturbed by a man with A hood
He said, "Looks like I just found me some Kindling wood!"
The cross

the wind and some kindling wood, fires, brim-stone
Hells no, Hell's home, hail storm though got me
Hail ten four cold copy
Too cold rose gold go'n form

eating up
Starving neighbourhoods
Anger feeds on frustration
Kids are kindling wood
Crushed between where they are
And what they need
Some call it hunger

Baby, put the chainsaw down
Hold me in your arms right now
While your hands are still tingling good
You made all that kindling wood
Put it to use

districts into piles of timber sticks
Which then served as kindling wood to stoke an all-consuming blaze
And its fiery tongues licked livelihoods away for

When grass clung to the earth
And there were no churches in Friesland
Death to anybody
Who licked the tree with an axe
Or made kindling wood
Even

Dylan Thomas Days

Gathering Field

The Gathering Field

and me
And nearly lost my soul

'Til I realized I could
Get that puppet, get him good
I used that doll for kindling wood
To warm me from the cold

no limit my thinking limitless
Equipped to hit your Apple just listen my arrows whistling
Fire and wood kindling prepping for your trap
Then we riding

in a plume
And I'm set free
Now I see the smoke in your eyes
And I feel burnt

You must be a fireplace
To keep me so warm
I've run out of kindling