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Monday, November 17, 2014

Burnt Edges

Did not intend to volunteer
Reached my arms for a stretch
Touched the sun instead of the sky
Blistered fingertips, singed eye lashes
Living in such beauty
Layered in soot
I'm burnt

Got my life
Pinch my body
Kept my soul
All those memories
The dirty little secrets
All burnt

This is kind of about you
And kind of about me
We both lost our way
Take life as it comes
Everything is burnt

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