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The bonfire
Was this simply a predestination or one fate made true?
It all happened so fast, just as my eyes can blink from green to blue
Paper flowers unfolding; artificial growth of life's prose that show rhymes have nothing worthy or anew
Tampering with the speed of this time machine, I have lost the governor's screw
I'm shaken by how heavy this hammer hits, and then the bell rings as though it was threw
Maybe it's just the pointless pounding in my head or the hatred my heart has walked through?
The sun's getting really low now, while my memories are shaded from its view
Except for all the ones that you and I have faded to
If you're reading this, also know that I miss you
But like the fire I'm sitting by, my heart is broken, much like the sticks that started it; in two
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Anonomus Scorpio
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