Let the word you speak
be one that echoes.

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From the perfect distance
Even a fractured bottle
Can appear whole and beautiful
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You were the inspiration behind everything I would desire
like Embers, I was once discovered by your fire

In my darkest hours you'd always give me reason,
like wildfires in unexpected seasons

Every part of me learned to radiate,
ecstatically exposed to all your burning states

Then came the day I turned into dust,
and like a volcano you annihilated my trust

I was the property of a ****** arsonist,
and starting fires is how his wickedness vents

It's hard to fathom that this started with little ignition,
because it grew so fast into a vicious obsession

I asked you to stop smoking that day and it wasn't because I was simply sick of it,
I just hated the fact that I saw myself in your half dead-cigarette

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Always remember
That the books
Who are the most worn
The most torn and ripped
The most broken

Those books are that way
Because everyone loved them
For what was inside