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Jul 2017
Your heat radiates from afar
Oh, your warmth like a blazing star.
Scorching me for who I am
You know it yet, you don't give a ****.

You claim to be burdened by material things
And yet you still have the time to burn my wings
Whenever I try to reach you to comfort thee
You send me down smoldering into the sea.

Whilst falling, I ask myself
Why have I lost this star- my only wealth
When I was the one who set it up the sky
To be able to see the world without lies.
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