Though it can't be seen
My flames burn bright
No one knows the gasoline
But I see it every night.
I'm no planet,
Im no god,
My mind is a bandit
It's a little odd.
Sarcasm drips from my tongue
I snap when a drop of it spills
My words are carefully strung
Does it make me sound unskilled?
{ A.N. This poem matches my third drawing for inktober. }
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