.... Though the fire has gone out

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/    \
                                                           ­   and life is lost

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and ain't no more a sense a HOME !

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( And we talk of death so casually )

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And

The lonely girl

On the road
That

Goes nowhere ?

••

What will happen to her ?

Do you care ?

//

And would it matter any way ?

And do you care ?

//

The fire has gone out !

We write our poems to the dead dreams we
Make love to in the sterile night

//

We sit around the fire with the face of fear

The fire has gone out

We sit around where the fire was

Because we are lost

( not broken

No no

Not broken


LOST )