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Nov 2015
bridges can burn when you're not looking
sometimes, you can be five hundred miles away
and arsonists will strike, not even in the dead of night
when you return- nothing is the same, you're not sure why
you just miss the old way, but once it's been burned
you can't make the crumbling ashes stay
and it hurts.
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