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Apr 2019
I don’t want to build a bridge.
Unless it is absolutely certain,
it will go up in flames
The second my last foot leaves it’s surface.
I want to smell it burn
As I feel the heat explode over my back.
Confirming there is no convinenece
In turning around
And walking straight back over to all I knew.
Written by
Apple on a Rose  Australia
(Australia)   
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   ---, Fawn and Ayan
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