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Jan 2015
You are the sun and the stars,
the spark that ignites a lighter every time it's clicked,
The strike of a match as it runs across it's box
But I am the cigarette you left in the ashtray,
the wood you left in the fireplace,
the candle you left sitting out too long
flamed out
*burned up
burned up
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