Don't try
Don't try
Left with dust on my lip
I watch as
Your skin
Schrivels like bacon
Your hair
Stands of wire
Steel gray
Course
Thin
The sun
Ignites
the flames
In your eyes
We used to push
20 cc
In our sleep
You would
Whisper
"Don't try"
As you
passed the
Belt
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