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Home On Fire written by Cristina Munoz at Spillwords.com

Home On Fire

Cristina MunozNovember 28, 2017

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Home On Fire

written by: Cristina Munoz

@cristinamunoz8

she was always
my home on fire
consumed by flames
i couldn't help myself
blindly sprinting into
again and again
and again

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Cristina Munoz

Cristina Munoz is working on her first collection of prose poetry in Woodend, Australia. Her poetry was first played on air throughout Australia and included in "WORD UP An Anthology Of Youth Poetry" as part of a Youth Poetry Competition held by Triple J and the ABC. Since then she has had poems published in 'Poetry Australia". Cristina has a passionate love of music which fuels her poetry and has had album reviews for various alternative bands published in Beat Magazine. She is currently dedicated to the sound of women in alternative pop and rock by writing album reviews and music musings as she manages SoundOfWomen.com

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