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May 2019
I burned that bridge,
Down the narrow road,
The one above,
The overflowing bourn.

I watched it's embers,
Grow bold and bright,
I watched it wither,
Like a cracking spine.

I burned it with malice,
I burned it with hate,
I laughed as it scorched,
And left ashes in it's wake.

I laughed at the sorrow,
Of those waiting fools,
I laughed as they had,
Nowhere else to move.

I burned that bridge,
With every sense of hate,
I burned that bridge,
Because it led me to you.
Written by
ishaan khandpur  India
(India)   
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