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Jan 2017
Tell me... Tell me where I messed up.
I could never solve the simplest problems
and you were a complex maze.
Tell me... Where did my calculations go wrong?
After holding on for so long...
They all fell away.
The embers in your eyes are dying.
The warmth you offered me has fled.
The ashes now are rising
and the darkness, drowning me again.
Tell me, tell me my old friend
the way to once more kindle the flame;
How to reignite the fire,
and illuminate this lonely pain.
Probably the only "song" I've ever written
(in sophomore year).
Prepare for a sophomore year poem spam (:
- Isabelle
Isabelle Christianson
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