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The wind lifted the heat of your fire

and carried it like a burden blazed

deep onto the scar of my face

shining like a quick shot spark

spat about like history

You piled your hurried lies

on the lips of a willing accomplice

while I sat aside and watched you play

devil in a well lit suit

and sweet time you lost with a single pace

burning in the clasps of endearment

I long for you

I build your head with thoughts you lost

long before you’ve known me

and hurry the song along

with closing

The match stings our fingers

The darkness mends our blisters

but our shadows never forget

the light of our time once spent